She bit down 
drawing blood from tensened shoulder,
rocking gently
as I fought to hold her.
Writhing flesh 
on flesh and bone,
cussing my name 
in empassioned tone.
Nails tearing 
sweat stained skin,
sinking down 
drinking me in.
Head thrown back
eyes wide shut,
slapping my thighs
with reddened ****.
Tongues flaying flesh 
from up turned necks,
teeth spittle stained
with whitened flecks.
Fingers tangled
pulling hair,
Beyond the point
of sweet despair.
Hips gyrating
screaming mouth,
as once again
the north meet south.
Passion spent
and shared and tasted,
nothing wanted
nothing wasted.

She rises from the sea...

my Venus arisen

her suit wet and clinging
her curves pronounced,

no bond girl
ever left a man as shaken as I...

as she sways
slicking back her hair

smiling.

The sun kissed skin
glistening
as shades slide over a hundred
hungry eyes

pretending not to see.

But I see

and smile

as she is mine and mine alone

my Venus arisen.

Burn with me
the midnight oil
yet scent it with a kiss...

forgo sleep
within my arms
as dreams are made of this...

now hold tight
to this moment
my tender hearted miss.

Let this night my silence seem as one with cricket and with woodland owl
and let my ache of you be one with coyote and with wolves mournful howl
that I by lake and flowing stream could er' compare my flowing tears
as I watch in plaintiff awe as moonlight so softly disappears
for what am I if I am not a part of you and hence apart from you
I too liken of the forest elm and oak bear arms untaken too
so let this night in silent reverie give up but a whisper of hope
as I from beneath your window sigh and to the darkness now elope
for love unrequited stings the heart a double edge
as I my heart though poor it is to your heart pledge
no man er' knew such need and want as I do here
awaiting a chance to love you dear.

Let the whisper
of my heart
forever be
your name.

As gentle as the butterfly
or early morning mist
is how softly your love touched me
when first my lips you kissed.

A plain white rose without any scent is still beautiful.

Shorelines
bordering our hearts
are unmoved
by
tears...

and promises.

Oh Hippy Hippypotamus
can't ride a bike
can't catch a bus
but unlike you or I or us
he wont complain
or make a fuss
he never swears or dares to ***
cause he's well bred
this Hippy Hippypotamus

I smile
and once more
you check
you're wearing shoes

The camera
        nevers lies
             but your smile
                  was photo shopped.

Wilted roses bleeding petals
from a cracked forgotten vase,
becoming stinging nettles
that weep from open scars.

I wore such armour black as night
no light could penertrate,
reflecting beauty from my sight
and holding in the hate.

My helmet blinkered sleepless eyes
and made my screams unheard,
the visor welded shut with lies
my agony unshared.

My shield held all help at bay
and let nobody close,
keeping my soul in dissaray
as every thought morose.

My sword was tempered from my pain
with decorated hilt,
engraved with symbols of distain
and unforgiven guilt.

My horse was black with fiery mane
his hooves were polished steel,
his brand was one of love unlain
a heart that could not feel.

So bare me well and here me now
this armour could be yours,
if you don't find the light somehow
and learn to heal your scars.



Depression suits me well

I was free

you were too

Until
     we both...


                became one.

The dragon in the garden
breathed out a lonely sigh
for he longed to know the beauty
of the spritely butterfly
as she danced with Rose and Lilly
and with sweet William shared her day
she called upon  sweet Poppy
and Daisy by the way
and all the time he pondered
why it was she never came
as he sighed a breath of perfume
for this dragon had no flame.

Sweat stained skin

sings soft

with wants wetted

with words.

Torn lovers meet once every night
yet never as one in heavens sight

Orphillia  -

Hast thou no words of comfort now
to ease my troubled heart to rest
to take from me my fevered brow
and deep set ache of risen breast

My soul cries out for one as he
that from my sight is absent made
as futile need and want set free
in rivulets of tears cascade

For such am I of royal birth
of noble stock and silver spoon
and yet my heart attains not worth
when his and mine beat out of tune

....

Tacio

I dare not speak for fear she hears
the trembling of my muted tongue
that I wouldst taste those wasted tears
that from her eyes unjustly wrung

I beg the shadows let me hide
lest I were seen and thought unkind
watching her pain that wounds my pride
knowing that love is not so blind

For I a common fellow born
of lowly stock from country folk
am bound a bondsman here this morn
by words I am afraid unspoke

.....