Did I touch you as I left?
That night of beer and music
Almost tipsy,
laughing good-byes

Backing into blindly
I felt an arm... a moment
guide me
before I all but fall
against you
Knew that warmth
of mass was male

You exhale
I sense your being--
behind
Amused
By accidental intimacy
I come unglued
By your flirtatious
catch of eyes
in lowered light
By faint fragrance
of whatever it is
you've drunk or used
to put yourself together

Turning
guarded
Apologize
glancing down


Women always look, though
however briefly

I am very seriously angry
My government has gone mad.
It seems to be out to get me
And take everything I ever had.
Once I was proud of my country
And got a swell in my throat
When I heard the national anthem.
That was before they stole my vote.

That was before I discovered
This country had been co-opted.
That was before the them of hatred
Had been officially adopted.
That was when animals were safe
And our national resources were too.
Now my government was to ******
The birthright owing to me and you.

That was before being rich
Was the only way to be fairly safe.
That was before the government
Chose to put their weapons on strafe.
That was before the wealthy
Could do whatever they might want
And before they felt it was their right
To go on television and flaunt.

They flaunt their hatred of women,
The poor and the weak and sick.
That was before I could not deny
Our country had become a ****;
A horrifyingly rich and powerful
Banana republic , we’re the worst.

Equality and protection are gone
Unless you are a millionaire.
And even then you must adhere
To the party line or else beware.
But we have the greediest bunch
Of liars and evil brand of crooks
That have ever been in control;
The leaders are cooking the books.

I think of myself
as a part of the universe
distant and small
cold, yet alive

I think of yourself
as the center of my universe
with me and every living
rotating around you

It used to be warm
It used to be bright
warm and bright
as sunrays in a spring morning

All that left in this hole
where my heart used to dwell
is a lingering feel
an eternal, empty feeling

You are a star, way beyond my galaxy
this is all I have become, all I have
a soulless heart
for a heartless lover

Where you walk, there is no darkness this night;
The streets and the sky bathe in a dazzle of light.
A blur of yellow speed races in streaks across the eyes;
It's an ocean of neon, but really, it's just a trick of sight.
The real lies where this din fades, and you hear the rhythmic click of alone footsteps;
It's dark inside, you know it's more than the city lights hide.

It was there, stark, veiled, steadfast, in the hours of the day that went by;
Did anyone notice it's shadow behind your eyes?
It hung still, as conversations gurgled and passed, and the players of daytime came and played their part.
There were sparks occasionally, the fleeting radiance of exchanged smiles;
But nothing questioned the dark shadow of the still darker reaches inside.

You laughed, you played along, you synchronized your beat with the hustle around;
And then, as the day fades into bright night, the stage shuts and the actors go home;
You too cast your mask aside.
There is no one to look into your eyes;
To see how deep goes the dark tunnel inside.

How long will you play before that day;
When the tunnel fills and the dark spills out;
And in the morning, there is no mask for the relief of daylight.
There is no morning - only that dark, now out as much as inside.

Temperatures rise, clothes fly, bodies sweat.
Telling each other lies to comfort our heads.
Kissing down her body till she’s soaking wet.
Slamming her arms down on my bed.

Sliding my tongue deep inside.
Holding her thighs wide.
Till her body is tremendously satisfied.
And my mouth fills up like the rising tide.

Pulling her on top of me to take the ride of her life.
Feeling every inch extend and retract.
Pleasure so great you feel like it’s the afterlife.
Our bodies start to attract the contact.

We are just objects of lust.
Just because that’s true doesn’t mean we must, distrust.

It's our time
The sublime
Rhyme and reason
We season this reality with words instead of thyme:
Both are medicinal
Antiseptic chemicals to keep away the grime

                   *Don't tell me any different

                Bare witness to the gift of bliss that is *expression
                       Words can increase life expectancy in the midst of depression
             They can get back at those who hurt you without using a weapon
            Or refresh your mental image when you're feeling less than

They form legacies and dedications
Eulogies and congratulations
They give everything in existence an identity
Even the most ****** obscenities

Words are life and words are love
Words even form this silly cheesy stuff

       **To everyone feeling poetic, I have but one question
      What's one way, while writing, your life has been blessed in?