In dark forest, she blooms in fleeting light
Pink silken wings outshine dawn's gentle caress
An old soul cloaked in springtime's youthful delights
Her fragrance weaves a spell, a sorceress
Powerless, you cross her threshold, endless starlight
Her deepest hunger for your soul is limitless
Reality and dream blur, a spider's thread
She weaves your soul to fates still unsaid

Glorious sight, my soul's seen.
Raindrops drum a bebop beat,
her gaze captures my upbeat,
a melody sharp, serene.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Violin strings trace her form,
curves where water carves and warms,
a rhythm fierce, yet pristine.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Her damp dress clings, whispers low,
silken notes the rain disclose,
each chord awakens a dream.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Lightning strikes, my heart takes flight,
her song drowns the storm’s delight,
my forte rises to come clean
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.

Pre-dawn's breath stirs, a sweet, gentle sigh,
A crescent moon hangs low and near.
Grass welcomes me, cool, soft, and deep,
The world feels hushed, in a peaceful sigh,
Dew-kissed and fragrant, a chill I bear,
A secret song the shadows keep.

Night wind, I pray — bring love to me,
A warmth to chase away the chill.
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees,
With whispers soft, caress, set free.
Let time stand still, and my heart be still,
Lost in your bliss, just you and me.

A sky of stars, a million eyes,
Each spark a story yet untold.
I bare my soul, my longing plea,
The summer leaves in rhythm rise,
Their rustling song, a sight to behold,
A symphony just for me.

Morning dew, like diamonds gleam,
Each drop a promise, pure and free.
The breeze, a touch upon my face,
It swirls and dances, a lover's dream,
Your gentle touch, a sweet memory,
A memory I can't replace.

Oh, wind, you've seen my life unfold,
You've touched me with your gentle care.
Yet still, I yearn for you to be,
A lone star shines, a story told,
A wish I whisper in the air,
For night to bring you back to me.

The eastern glow, a dream's goodbye,
A tear escapes; the day's begun.
But hope remains, a flickering spark.
Tomorrow's dawn, beneath the sky,
My arms still open, waiting, won
By night wind's promise in the dark.

Night wind, I pray, a lover send to me,
Our souls entwined, let time stand still.
Boundless in love, so wild and free,
Through starry skies and galaxies,
Let longing fade; our hearts be filled,
Lost in this bliss, just you and me.

Winter rains soaked us to the core,  
our first bath, drawing her near.  
With trembling hands, we dared to explore,  
water swaying her anemone clear.  

Through steam, I ventured the unknown—  
what was once two becomes one.  
Where I end and she begins... unknown.

Vibes caught
static between
snares
hips swinging
searching for music
that played their truth.
The bass line
wasn’t just music
it was breath
pulling ribs apart
to let
the rhythm in
Fingers slid down
necks like frets
pressing
into chords
that hummed notes
down thighs
in time
Wanting
too blow
saxophones
Spitting all over
the reed
Jazz
isn’t something
you hear
it’s something
that happens
to you
cymbal crashed
piano keys
Play confessions
no hymn
would dare too
black and white blending
spilled burbon over
smoke-stained wood
Feet tapping
out codes no one
else could decipher
syncopated riff
breaking patterns
breaking rules
The off beat
gospel you
couldn’t write down.
The room
swayed with them
walls leaning in
leaning closer
to the crescendo
the saxophone
came in
it was a third hand
tracing lines
down spines
nobody dared
to blow before.
This is jazz:
argument
turned
foreplay
rough pull
dissonance
before harmony
slips in
like a satin sheets
you weren’t ready for.
Hands hit bodies
like drumsticks
slap rolling
inhale percussion
moaning muted horn solo
They weren’t just
feeling the music;
they were
becoming it
beating out solos
on each other’s skin.
The sweat smelled
like vinyl records
warm grooves
pressed
into the air
spinning
slow spins
catching sparks
needle skating over scars
was a minor chord
that somehow
still felt major.
learning
how to recognize itself.
Passion spilling out
her mouth
scotch over his
mahogany wood
The rimshot
of her sigh
Improvision
improvisation
of his kiss
Scatting sound
echoing
from lips
His horn
hit her high note
one that split
the room in half
she leaned closer
saying
“Do you hear that?”
But he wasn’t listening
to the music anymore.
He was listening
to her pulse
that slick
heartbeat drumming
solo against
his wrist.
This is what
jazz does
You don’t
just play
It consumes.
becomes the air
the walls
sweat
the skin
It’s the music
you don’t hear
but feel
right there
in the space
where your ribs
can’t hold
the notes.
Jazz
doesn’t end
it just fades
into the background
waiting for you
to join again

This ***** is reserved for me
Every night I park my **** in it
So wet it needs a caution sign when I slip in it
You make my **** feel at home when I’m in it
This ***** belongs to me when I’m digging in it.

Darkness creeps, a heavy, silent shroud,
Enveloping my soul, a mournful cloud.
Frantic, cold, I search drawers wide,
Pills my sole solace, survival's wild ride.

Anti-depressants stare, empty, bare,
Desperation grips, no refuge there.
The nightstand jerks with a forceful sway,  
Scattered remains of emptiness lay.  

But in the chaos, our feather lies—  
Goldfinch quill, a sharp surprise.  
Black as night, like my sorrow’s blight,  
Yet golden glints hold memories bright.

I sink back, sweat stained silk slides on skin,  
Coldness seeps slowly within.  
Curled fetal tight, the tears cascade,  
A storm that no memory can evade.

Yet memories rise—a forest fair,  
Blooming wildflowers scent the air.  
Through filtered light, we walked unseen,  
Our steps soft under leaves’ green sheen.

She found the feather, bold and slight,  
“Look,” she smiled, “it’s our love’s light.”  
“Like you,” she laughed, “a fierce gold flame,  
Unbroken strength, and spirit’s claim.”  

At water's edge, we undulate,
Lips meet, bodies entwine, love creates.
Wet skin tingles, to our feather’s trace,
Legs gently open --
A sweet, secret place.

Reality pulls, the cold seeps through,  
Back and *** ache, stiffness breaking through.  
Time lost, darkness gathers, depression's sway,
Minutes or hours, endless disarray.
Clutching our feather, memories sweet I breathe,
Yet, beneath love's scent, depression’s blade, unsheathed.

Depression's shadows creep, darkness claims space,
Our feather's comfort, fading grace.
Defeated, armor shed, lace silk unfolds,
Transparent whispers, love told.
Soft stained fabric slides, silk underwear released,
Vulnerability unveiled, depression's dark gold.

Naked, exposed, lying still, curtains closed,
Darkness envelops ----
Weightless, sinking, water's gentle grasp,
Slowly submerged, darkest pass.
Eyes closed, descending, beneath waves,
Depression's undertow, heart enslaves.

Silence --
But through the depths, her whisper calls,  
“You are strong, though darkness falls.”  
A feather’s grace, love’s healing might,  
Even as shadows steal the light.

She wears no words—  
alarms in mind, half-heard.  
Moonlight carves her silhouette,  
her skin aglow, a cigarette.  

Lioness, her gaze as cold as steel—  
how many hearts has she made kneel?  
Each glance, a noose, precise and tight,  
ensnaring me in shadowed light.  

The breeze lifts scent from her lips;  
my skin ignites beneath her whip.  
A velvet sting, her silent sighs ---
what hidden truths between thighs?  

Still, I step into her lair—  
her parted lips, a whispered snare.  
For silence lures, a ruby sin,  
a quiet pull, that draws me in.