Sticky and prickly,
the size used in ping pong,
the fight breaks out,
under the sweet gum tree.

I stop and stare into the nothing,
yet the emptiness is full,
the cosmos oozes energy,
this planets nearly at it's pool.

Filled to the brim
but no one sees,
the knowledge
hidden in the trees.

In the rocks,
and grains of sand,
even at this place,
on which we stand.

Open your eyes,
feel destiny,
it's not self fulfilling,
if you can see.

Tap the well,
expand your mind,
explore history
and space and time.

It's all here,
but beyond our grasp,
sealed by a lock,
we've failed to unclasp.

Perhaps one day
we will uncrypt,
the information,
and start the trip.

The Stars at night are camouflage,
to hide the fact we're in a garage,
trapped in a tote that's plastic clear,
stored safely away, have no fear.

An experiment started and left to run,
checked now and then to see if done,
no known hypothesis or a theory,
may not be a true science query.

Just a bit of ooze left to grow,
and evolve into what, we do not know,
stressors added and sometimes food,
a good shake given to change the mood.

Just upright mice trapped in a cage,
viewed on a microscope stage,
self-deluded that we're the best,
but we've never even seen the rest.

Perhaps one day we'll know the truth,
but will we recognize the proof,
that we are but an accident,
not even a grand experiment.

Inside her robe she holds a secret,
one I'd really love to peek at,
the knowledge of the universe,
codified into her curves.

There are times you get some hints,
and not always on accident,
like on sunny days down at the beach,
bits of info are in reach.

Or in the winter, sweater weather,
you can see the cover but no letters,
you search and study and hope and pray,
that education will be yours someday.

So enjoy the lessons on yoga day,
and the classes while she's at play,
take in all the glimpses that you can,
to one day graduate is the plan.

From high upon a terrace,
above the Mediterranean Sea,
the view steals your breath,
from the breadth that can be seen.

Like a from a spring a tear forms,
the various greens of grass and tree,
the blues in ocean waves,
sets bottled up emotions free.

Creamy canvas  puffed out sails,
pushing wooded chestnut hulls,
the silver wake following behind,
being chased by laughing gulls.

The tray on the table,
adds to the scene so well,
mouthwatering olives and feta cheese,
such a tasty a glorious smell.

The goblet of red wine,
reflecting golden beams,
I had to pinch myself,
is this vacation or a dream.

Whispers words in an ear,
fingers stroking far and near,
ice cubes traced upon naked skin,
hot breath blown through lace so thin.

Hot candle wax dripped in drops,
the pleasant burn you don't want to stop,
cold whipped cream and a roaming tongue,
a hand flat smack on her *** that stung.

Eyelash kisses like butterfly wings,
down her hip, as I untie strings,
with my teeth and with little bites,
searching her body in the night.

There is no spot I leave unexplored,
from her red hair to her feminine core,
thumbnail drug from heel to toes,
and tiny kisses on her nose.

Unraveling at the seams,
sliced apart by unseen beams,
burned into a viscous smoke,
I blow away with each wind stroke.

Evaporating thoughts and dreams,
floating away like clouds of steam,
soon I will cease to care,
it will be as if I was never there.

Like a cloud, whose storm blew away,
I will not be allowed to stay,
a desert mirage you can no longer see,
soon I simply will not be.