There are many things
well worth doing and  
even some that might
preserve my soul-
the hot pursuit of
the good and eternal
seems a reasonable
goal
But the moment I ought
or should or must do this
or that or some other
virtuous thing
all of my best intentions
simply leave me bitter cold
and send me headlong
into flames eternal

As the evening blues
Makes its presence known
With calling attention,
Undeniably you’re my therapy
And my favorite pain
I could always feel the magic
In your seductive smile ,
When the night takes flight
On dreams painted with love
With strokes of desire
Lust ,love regardless
As the heat rising
Adrenaline in my veins
I Forever and more crave
For your soft sweet torture
Like a kiss from a Rose
Your sweet and sour kind of love
My desperate kind of love
That has me torn in pieces
Soft sarcastic kiss
Soft spoken lies
Soft magical moments
Soft sweet fragrance of love
Soft lips Stem with thorns
Makes my poetry bleed
Flowers and rain
Laughter and pain
I may fall, I may fly
Still, Forevermore Long for the touch of your sweet lips
Breathing against my flesh as we dance the evening blues
Into the promise of the morning, joy….
Lust , love regardless
You’re independently mine as I am yours ……...

what if you asked me, how I was doing
and I answered
something along the lines of,
well, I've actually been very tired
for awhile now
but of course, we all are every once in a while,
so it's all good.

would you nod and leave it at that
or would you say,
well, now that I think about it,
I've been kind of feeling pretty tired too,
so why don't we talk about it.