Who’s lucky? I'm lucky.
She curled up on my lap.
That moment, I fell in love.
Can I give her back?

Those eyes so wide and frightened.
Her heart beat like a drum.
"Still that heart" I said.
I will not give you back.

She came into my home.
I placed her on the floor.
She sat, and looked at me.
Could I give her back?

She sniffed and explored.
What's this? what's that?
Then she peed upon the mat.
"Don't give me back".

I grew older. She turned into a lady.
We journeyed together down that love filled path.
Though she did not like her bath.
I did not give her back.

Then as all living things do.
She left me.
Leaving a hole in my heart that never filled.
And as you can see now I never gave her back.

There he is my friend
So tall, and swaying in the winter wind
To watch him from my frosted window
I want him for my beau


Long limbs reaching out to the dark
My arms need to stretch around his winters bark
Naked, except a covering of fine frost
He is free but I am lost


The stars and moon keep him near
To watch him change throughout the year
The clouds caress his boughs
I am his, if he allows

******* by you,
Handcuffs and rope

Blinded by you,
Scarves and hoods

Deafened by you,
Headphones and music

Touched by you,
Sticks and whips

Senses deprived
Pain or pleasure?

Are You?

Master?
Kidnapper?
Or Lover?

We meet on the road and leave our mark as lovers.
The atmosphere is electric like the air left from a storm.
With one breath and a lonely kiss
We split and go our different paths of the crossroads.

Another week passes,
No contact just the wetness on our lips from the kiss.

We meet again on the crossroads.
Hearts fluttering with anticipation of things to come.
But once again just a kiss, deeper and longer.
This time we walk a shorter path together.

Days go by with thoughts of love and happiness.
Next time will be longer.

We meet and kiss on that short road.
This time the kiss was goodbye. Love was gone. Only memories left.
Will I walk that path again?
We will see.