Dry leaves, Dark skies.
So little promises but so many lies.Maybe she is seeing other men .I want  her to touch my skin again

Rumor has it that she is coming soon.I can feel her presence encroaching on my expendable solidarity .We used to make love once every  blue moon But not anymore and I'm losing  my sanity.                            

She pours her hard love onto my aching skin.I have waited for this like a  tiger waits for prey. This sweet love tastes like sin. Overindulgence,petrichor and foolish play

She leaves me oh so suddenly   Or maybe I'm just thinking selfishly. She probably has other men to please
She leaves me with nothing but a gentle breeze.


So little promises yet so many lies.
Wet leaves and Bright skies.

I drank her in with my lonesome stare
I said,
"Give me that good lovin'
darling it don't take work
to turn on your oven..."
First she feigned indifference
then she sighed with deference
and I coaxed her in like a trout in spring.

Honey I'm looking for the hot button to push
some women will holler,
men like me will shush
cause the hot button just needs the right touch
celebrate good lovin' with me, don't fuss...

Politics are all about the hot button.
Men with the long arms ain't seen nothin'.
Law man bows to the law maker.
Hot button respects your journalistic prayer.

Some men see what some men hide,
but you can keep hiding if the law will abide.
Even when the law man says no-no
lawmaker's got a hearse:
'nother **, 'nother **...

Hot button's the only thing you'll see in print.
What your momma's momma says is what will glint.
The bird is the word, I'll say in vain,
but top dollar pays what's at the nose of the vane.

I've wanted to push the hot button all night long
classic poems galore, but mine are all wrong.
I guess I'll go back to where I was born,
chew a dog bone, scraps, with my baby teeth worn.

In the junkyard, I see yesterday's hot buttons
emaciated bells and whistles just struttin'
They've lost their minds and luster, no thanks
I'm like,
"These are the gals you see walking the planks."
Every day more hot buttons walk in line,
heaven is just a misery for these topics of history
but I polish them with chrome
I get desperate, what can I say.
I'll never leave a hot button to rot with dismay.

Just give me another hour, good lovin' can dream.
I'll bring a hot button to you, good Lord! It'll gleam.

One day at a time
  One foot in front of the other
     One step towards your future
       One breath to fill your soul
         One dream within reach
           One love for each other
             One soul living together
               One life we have to live
                 One day will be our end
                   One day at a time...

There's a story behind my skin
There's a story deeply within.
There's a story behind my eyes,
There's a story that deeply lies.

you taught me
how to love
myself
in a world
that told me not to


l.r.

The ice has turned into sickles,
Glass daggers,
Witch's fingers pointing straight down,
As if to tell me,
The only escape is that way,
Straight down.

Everything gets pulled back to the center,
God replaced by gravity, neither seen or proved,
Each a belief at its core.
One an apple eaten,
The other an apple in free fall,
Until now to our delight,
There are Apples for us all.

Boom.