I want to love you till the floor boards bleed

I want to rock you till you scream for sleep

I want to hold you till you lose your poise

I want to break you till you make that noise

I want to squeeze you till we feel like one

I want to please you till you've come and gone

I want to hurt you hear you scream my name

I want to tease your body till you go insane

I want to taste you in every bead of sweat

I want to find you in the warmth of wet

I want to see behind the tension in misty eyes

I want to break your defences with your plaintiff cries

I want to pen words upon you others can't read

I want to plow your furrow and plant my seed

I want to curse the lord almighty in risen steam

I want to be the beast that haunts waking dreams

I want to share heaven with a taste of hell

I wanna be the sin for which an angel fell

I'm up but down
free falling
spiralling
out of
c
O
n
t
R
O
l

I offer you the finer things
the moon and stars and saturns rings
and all the joy this night may bring
for you my valentine

The beers chilled the blanket spread
on sand of gold no finer bed
sweet nothings whispered cheeks rose red
for you my valentine

The ocean lapping at the shore
making music for sweet amour
for you and I and no one more
for you my valentine

Your hand in mine and mine in yours
secluded here beneath the stars
no need for clubs nor smokey bars
for you my valentine

The darkness hides us from their view
just you with me and I with you
making this night a time for two
for you my valentine

A kiss a touch a mem'ry staid
here beyond the promenade
where you and I our own fun made
for you my valentine

The dawn is set the morning wakes
across our toes the ocean breaks
as we dispel with love our aches
for you my valentine

Lend me your ears

that I may

whisper...

sweet nothings

If I pen you poetry

will you be
my


valentine?

She handed me her misery
within a paper bag
a pair of shoes a pipe well used
and half an ounce of ****

one jacket tweed badly in need
of needle and of thread
well worn blue slacks and mints three packs
and teeth without a head

a watch and fob engraved to Bob
that had seen better times
a crucifix some well thumbed pics
two dollars and five dimes

She smiled and said my lovers dead
but here within my breast
he lives and breaths and never leaves
until I'm too at rest

with that she rose and touched her nose
as if a secret shared
then without fuss she left the bus
knowing a stranger cared

The watch I wind with her in mind
the pipe I've puffed upon
because you see she lives in me
and now I pass her on

Midnight blooms

though beautiful
are
both delicate
and
often...
overlooked.