a living obscurity is the greatest of advantages
it prepares you for eternity like nothing else
its love hidden from view, a blessing in disguise

The world is addicted to you
top predator in the jungle
who will stroke house cats
walk the dog, feed the goldfish
If nuclear is the only option
on a scale of one to ten

domesticated institution
the marrying sort
passed me by long ago
when just a lad
I knew I wanted to live
in a schoolboy bedroom paradise

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

I sat back in my chair, as I slowly raised my skirt, exposing my right thigh, all with a smile and a wink.

From across the room you glided, landing in the seat next to me, in a dimly lite room.

The whiskey on your tongue, though faint, is intoxicating.  The scent, heated by your breath, pales all truths.

As we leave to sojourn privately, I notice you watching each cheek rise to the occasion, while my stride picks up speed.

Whether you're here in the morning is insignificant to my appetite for sensation, so pardon me if I do not return your calls.  For one moment, (this moment)  - you mattered.