Behind a speakeasy
in a ***** moonlit alley
silhouettes climb up a tired
and worn out stairway
vacancy signboard beneath
an incandescent light bulb
marks the nondescript entrance
for the nights commerce

Outside the window ledge
a billboard hums an electric tune
between the blinds neon light
sneaks into the room
casting shadows on a naked
landscape across the mattress
spread totally disinterested
pockmark flesh limply waiting

Clumsy hands fumble
to unzip stained denims
hobbling with unsteady steps
to the edge of the bed
a drunk smelling of cheap whiskey
and ***** smiles at me with
two rows of rotted stumps
my first customer of the night

love come in many colors
an illusory hope arching
across the sky
a rainbow ending in broken
promises and tears

love seen through a prism
is only an optical deviation
a foolish man's perspective
of love's true value

love is painted in shades
of monochrome
a chiaroscuro image of
Caravaggio's brush

love is black and white
colors having no hue
love absorb and reflected
nothing but an incidental light

Whisper of fragrance
invade the senses
as you wrapped your hands
around my neck pulling me down
two bodies chiseled on white sheets    
shimmer in the evening glow

mouths part as
tongues mingle and
breathe becoming one
opens the floodgate to
delightful promises
heralding the ecstasy to come

Firm warm ******* paid
homage to by loving hands  
two sentinels standing at
attention are slowly encircled
and tantalized into
sweet surrender

fleshy carvings of alabaster wraps
around my torso trapped and imprisoned
Eros deep in earnest passion
shy blushing pink swells with delight
nymphs and satyrs frolic
behind the bushes

The bed heaves and sway alive and joyful
with cries of overwhelming emotions
as lovers are transported
into delicious rapture
and the mystery of love
is finally consummated

The rose is the flower of love
her fragrance the sweetness
of a love one's smile and
the tenderness of life in her arms
where the hours are
minutes gently passing by

The rose is the flower of love
her petals are the thoughts and feelings
that ripple through our heart
with the hopes of spring and summer
as the nearness of my love brings
joy into my life

The rose is the flower of love
though her stem be covered with thorns
still would I seek the love
I bought with tears concealed
and lay bare
unshielded and vulnerable
to the arrows of love


The rose is the flower of love
her redness the color of blood
shed by a bleeding heart
when a love dies
and memories of pain
is all that is left

The howling wind a wolf's lament
hidden moon behind gray clouds
a solitary light cuts through thin fog
passing cherubs in quiet repose
guardian angels with blank faces

Flower wreaths of scented death
fading petals of love's remembrance
fallen hopes and dreams depart
mortal remains turn to dust
the silent earth soon embraces

Beguiling calm hides the madness
of a tortured soul at mid nights hour
pick and shovel his only companions
a fresh mound their final destination
his lover's bed of eternal rest

Dirt filled nails claw into the past
pain and tears rip open the soul
a gaping chasm welcomes me
If love be ****** then so be I
life without you is not worth living

Memories lock within
reflection of the past
buried deep inside her heart
the Furies rage in agony

Mirror mirror on the wall
soul trapped 'tween two worlds
her dungeon hanging by a thread
life continues without a glance

A child's mirthful laughter
deaf to shadow guardians
faces of stone in silence
passing tears bring no mercy

Jealous moon outside their reach
upon their ***** a cold wind blew
till death do us part a lover pledge
promises that faith could not keep

Torn flesh and a broken spirit
abandon in reckless desperation
escape is but a futile undertaking
'neath the surface lurks her demons

Reality soon dawn on her
fate unmasks it's cruel face
contempt and laughter outside her cell
echoing her terror and fears

Inside the mirror's dark reflection
shadowy ghost pantomime
doom to watch life in soliloquy
forgotten prisoner of the past