Seven minutes in heaven
A game kids use to play
I got my turn one warm summer day
It was meant as a joke
Just kids being mean
Sweet Susie Cooper
When I was only thirteen
I felt sorry for her, locked in a closet with me
The geek, the dork, full of anxiety
Six long minutes together
Alone in the dark
Then from out of nowhere I felt a spark
Just before the door opened
Sweet Susie, She kissed me
And broke my heart

Should we kiss?
I must admit,
I miss the taste of a woman,
the face of a woman,
the place a woman fills in my bed.

Pulling her close in the night
soft skin and silk pajamas,

better yet no pajamas,
just her soft sultry flesh
pressed against mine.

Limbs intertwined,
passion in her eyes,
Lavender Febreze
and the smell of *** cloud my senses.

And in this moment
I am tempted to let down all my defenses.

As words like love,
relationship,
and monogamy  
fill my mind.

This lone wolf life
is not all it's cracked up to be.

So back to the question: should we kiss?

My answer most definitely!

A sign of the times,
Prince has left us and the world's gone blind.

This post-covid apocalypse is so
Sublime.

So many factions, only two teams remain,
Are you Red team or Blue?

I don't need your name.

Kiss me, **** me, it's all the same.

If my facts aren't your facts you must be to blame.

If my lies aren't your lies  you must be to blame.

Somebody please tell me why the world's gone insane.

I just want to shut out all the noise, and play Purple Rain.

I only wanna see you laughing in the Purple Rain.

Purple Rain

Purple Rain...

Crossing the room like an acrobat
never touching ground.

Crazy Cat found my lap,
landing without a sound.

Kneading my belly,
claws in my skin,
hurts like hell my little friend.

I grin and bare it,
rubbing his head,
Sinatra is saying it's time for bed.

He tucks his paws under his chin
and casts his blue eyes on mine.

Goodnight, sleep tight,
rest in peace baby boy,
everything is fine.

Lying on my back in a field of gold,
 sky watching
as God's artwork unfolds.
Fluffy white pictures,
of animals, and faces,

intertwined lovers,
and magical places.
Flying on high,
oh how I wish, I could too.

Worlds they pass,
so slow, yet so fast,
it all shall be gone too soon.

I close my eyes and sigh,
as a tear escapes my eye.

 It all shall be gone,
 too soon.

Sleeping with the bottle
 I know she's not a friend.

 But when I'm feeling lonely
 she always lets me in.

Lets me in and holds me
 in her arms and in her Haze.

Lets me in and holds me,
as I drift away.

Sleeping with the bottle, 
I've tried to walk away.

 But when everyone abandons me, 
I know she will stay.

She lets me in and holds me.
 in her arms and in her haze.

Lets me in and holds me,
as I drift away.

She lets me in and holds me.
 I try to walk away.

Still her warmth keeps calling me
 But I don't want to stay.

She lets me in and holds me.
But I don't want to stay.

She lets me in and holds me.
But I don't want to drift away.

I don't want to.

No I don't,

I don't want to ,

Drift away.

Drift   away. 

Drift   a w a y....

Sometimes she goes slumming,
and turns up here.

But I'll take her downtown,
have no fear.

After all,
it's what she came here for.

We can do it right here,
down on the floor,
or up against the wall.

Anywhere but the bed,
that wouldn't do it all.

Her hunger must be fed
down on all fours
dress getting *****
begging for more.

Subjugating herself,
denying her wealth,
letting primal urges drive her.

So I'll supply her fantasy,
but in reality I fear.

If she knew the truth
she'd not dare turn up here.

For the truth is
That I love her!

She lies back and pictures
his hands on hers.

Beneath her skirt he moves.

His breath hot in her ear,
though he isn't really here,
She moves in a way
she knows would please him.

She sees him, she breathes him,
in her mind she can feel him.

On top of her, inside of her.
She gasps!

******* waves of emotion
rush forth, like the ocean
moving fast towards the shore.

Crashing in ecstasy, she prays,
come home to me.

allowing herself
to ride the waves of memory,
Until he returns to her.

He always returns to her.

A kiss is a taste of a union
that may or may not be.
Two souls dipping toes
in love's waters.
Before diving into its sea.
I've kissed you,
I know,
we were meant to be.
I've tasted
your soul,
Now swim with me.

They ask me why I love you, 
They ask me why I care.

And though the answer eludes me,
the feeling is still there.

Like a moth to a flame,
the danger never sensed.

I'm drawn to thee eternally
in spite of circumstance.

My heart was told to love you,
I don't know by whom or why.

And even though it hurts me so,
I cannot deny.

My heart was told to love you
and I will heed thy will.

For my love for you
is the closest thing to
Heaven I'll ever feel.

Splattered.
The inkwell splattered.
Dissolving my hard earned thoughts in a murderous splash.
Splattered visions in my mind, no longer legible to the eye.
Smears on a page, words that can't be reclaimed.
Like a dream, with only the knowledge that you dreamed.
Upon waking the dream is gone forever,
Just Splattered

Dancing on the edge of a shining star she appears.
I move through darkness towards her,
 reaching out into the void, 
to touch her, 
to reach the unreachable. 

Fingertips play upon shadows where she used to be.

(As she dances)

Words reverberate back into my own ears, 

Did she hear?

Unclear.

 Visions of her blue eyes fill my mind.
Did she see?

I thought she smiled at me.

I awake to find it all a dream.
But I remember,
I can plainly see,

Her dancing away from me.
Dancing away,

Towards a star.

She swirls around me like a storm
Her rage of confusion does me no harm.

I run my fingers through her hair
and down her side, 
I calm her as she tries to hide.

Tries to hide the way she feels, 
but her trembles, beneath my fingers reveal.

Reveal all she is scared to say. 

Take my hand, I whisper, 
let me lead the way.

Through tumult, and tempest I'll guide you.

On this journey of uncharted waters,
Navigating the unsure rivers of your shielded heart.

Until hand and hand we arrive,
on the golden shores, 
of a love so true.

Staring out into the crimson sky
the westbound sun melts into the horizon.

A red and gold puddle of translucency,
blends into an ocean
of majestic purples and blues.

Pinpoints of light begin to appear
as day succumbs to night.

I stand in silence,
near to tears.

Wondering where you've gone.

The radiance of the emerging moon
shines a beacon  into the vastness.

To no avail.

I know that you are gone.

And unlike my faith in dawning sun,
I hold no hope of your return-
Upon the morning.

Surrender to me,
your lips, your *******, your hips.

Surrender to me,
all the love in your heart,
all the passion in your soul.

Give your all to me,
here in my arms,
here in the dark.

All that you give,
I swear,
I will give my all in return.

You are the fire raging in my heart,
You are the passion burning in my soul.

You are the meaning,
the essence of love,
of life, of joy.

You've created a man,
from this once shy boy.

So Surrender to me
as I already have to you.

Together we will share
a dream that can only
be shared by two.

Building a love, a life, a world,
beyond me and you.

Beyond the physical,
beyond the spiritual.

Simply beyond anything,
we ever knew.

She bowed before him and he struck her,
so she kneeled.
She kneeled before him and he kicked her,
so she lay.
She laid before him and he ***** her,
so she cried.
She cried before him so he cursed her,
and walked away.

But this was not the end,
it happened time and time again,
until one day she found the strength to rise.

She Rose from the floor,
crying and quaking,
She rose from the floor,
hurt and aching.
She rose from the floor,
scared and alone.

Alone but alive,
today she survived,
and tomorrow she will survive again.

And every day she survives,
every day that she's alive,

Is another day the monster didn't win.

Tangerine and honey drip in equal measure
on the finely woven silk
that lightly covers you.

As my tongue takes its pleasure
I can barely discern.
where the silk stops and your skin begins.

The sound of your sighs
and a rise in temperature
tells me I've found a sweet spot.

A soft spot, goose flesh and shivers,
not just yours but my own.

Had I known such joys could awaken,
I would have mistakenly
spilled the honey long ago.

I did not cry today, and I fear

For I could not find one thing

to bring my heart to tears.

Have I grown callus,

Have I grown cold,

Has anger replaced empathy,

or am I just growing old.

Does age exempt my tears,

or have I just run dry.

It saddens me Deeply,

but not enough to cry.

In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.

Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"

She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.

She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.

Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.

My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.

I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.

Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.

So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.

"We're still here", so make new memories.

Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.

I remember that morning's kiss,
just a quick peck and you were gone.

Running late for work again,
we'd lain in bed too long.

I should have kept you there,
had I known I surely would.

But hindsight is perfect and looking back
does no good.

One moment longer had I kept you,
or one moment faster out the door.

These are the things
that will haunt
my mind for evermore.

Yes,

I remember that morning's kiss.

Just a quick peck.

And you were gone.

The sun burns hot and bright
heat waves distort the light,
where asphalt meets the horizon.

The Santa Ana winds dry the sweat
from my skin before I even have
a chance to perspire.

I head north along the coast, leaving behind
my blustering host.

As rocky cliffs, and pacific breezes sooth my soul.

And tonight as I sleep beneath the stars,
to the sound of the distant cars.

I let my thoughts wander,
Somewhere beyond Jupiter and Mars.

And wonder just when that journey,
might begin.

I'm in no hurry though, for there are miles left
to go.

And that journey will have to wait,
Until this journey ends.

The road, a cold and lonely place.
Where a man can feel his heart break and spirit soar in equal measure.
Those long desolate Highways heading west.
Heading  nowhere  into distant mountain ranges that seem always out of reach.
Where do they go, I momentarily wonder, then know, as the road now leads to valleys below.
The ebb and flow,
the high and the low.
That is the road.
Where a man can lose himself,
yet find his soul.

What can you do in a second?

I don't know, give me a minute.

Maybe an hour, just an hour to think about it.

Is that wrong to dedicate an hour to the thoughts of a second?

How many decisions made in seconds affect us for years?

Not hours, not days, but years.

To be clear, not hours, not days but years.

So go ahead take a second, take all the time you need.

I'll wait.

The open road possesses my soul
leaning to and fro,
into and through the curves of the road.

The curves life throws.

I glide, I fly, down these thoroughfares,
these desolate highways,
back roads, and byways.

Adrift on the wind that surrounds me.

Pounds me,
fills my bones, 
with its heat,
with its cold.

With a satisfaction of freedom
I've only ever known,
on two wheels.

My motorcycle is a time machine
that transports me to years long ago.

I am ageless as I hurdle forward.

A faceless, genderless soul,
behind a visor of golden sun,
obscuring the time traveler within.

But even though you can't see me,
I can assure you I am smiling. 

And I will be until
my ride reaches its end.

A sentimental shaft of light
touched my face through
a cracked window pane.

A reflection of remembered
warmth, a memory of the
fire in your eyes.

My gaze turns towards
the window, searching
dancing motes of dust,
for a ghost of you.

For just an outline,
a shimmering silhouette,
to cling too.

But even as I search
I know, you're no mere ghost.

The light that touched
my face was you.

Touch her ****. 
Not a ***** or a squeeze.
Just a gentle caress, or pat if you please.

Hold her in your arms,
kiss her forehead.
Snuggle on the sofa watching TV,
before heading to bed.

Gaze into her eyes,
not like you've never seen them before.

But like looking in a mirror
and you know every pore,
every wrinkle, line, and freckle,
on her beautiful face.

This is the good stuff
there's no reason for haste.

And after you've made love,
Look at her and grin,
then touch her **** and whisper.

Let's do it again!

Write a love rhyme
off the top of your head
post it in the comments below.

Valentine's Day
Is the day to say,
****, Silly, Romantic things
To make her heart soar,
cry, or sing.

I watch her walking away, 
body speaking in a way
 even a deaf man can understand.

My oh my ain't life grand. 

Swish Sway,
Swish Sway,

Her hips are fluent in every language,
And I desire to converse in every tongue.

She smiles back over her shoulder,
 laughter takes a hold of her.

Knowing fully well what she has done.

She blows me a kiss,
 turns down the volume of her hips.

 From a shout to just barely a whisper.

 And I smile because I know, 
even as I watch her go.

 She only makes them talk for me.

A heart of gold only shines in the sun.

A heart of stone warms no one.

A heart of glass is prone to break.

My heart without yours is too much to take.

My sad and lonely heart was broken and blue.

Until the day it was first loved by you.

She dances through my mind on a song,
Yet defined.
By words, to describe my love for her.

Let me strum another line,
Maybe a verse will come in time,
While she dances.

While she dances,
 and dances, 
to my wordless melody.

Her beauty it taunts me,
 and her smile it haunts me.

For my words could never flow,
as easily as she-
While she dances.

While she dances just for me,
it now becomes so clear to see.

I need no words, for she-
She,

Is the living lyric in this,
Lovers melody.

Whisky and Poetry
The look in your eyes,
smoldering ******,
begging good times.

A bold and beautiful Celtic Lass.

Emerald eyes and auburn hair 
make this Irish heart beat too fast.

I wish I could kiss her ruby red lips,
caress that creamy skin,
with my calloused fingertips. 

So stunning in moonlight,
My eyes drink her in.

A vision of innocence 
a portrait of sin.

Just a paperback cover
in a bookstore bin.

Polarized and filtered not reality,
A 35 mm dream girl 
I'll never truly see.

But in my mind she's mine
as long as I want her to be.

Through the magic of
Whisky, and Poetry.

I am the lone wolf
crying in the night,
I fear nothing except losing my sight.

I fear not foe, nor hunger, nor cold,
I don't even fear death
or growing old.

I only fear not having you my love,
not having you in my eyes to behold.

I scramble the high rocks
trying to reach you
in vain.

Forever removed from
my touch you remain.

So I sit bathing in your light
and I cry.

Until I howl my last,
until I join you in sky.

I've drank myself blind 
trying to have a good time.

I've crashed my motorcycle in the rain.

I've jumped out of planes,
hopped rides on cargo trains.

Made love to women I never knew.

I've slept under a desert moon,
slept in the rain in June.

Did nearly everything in life
I wanted too.

And the only thing that
caused me real pain,
was not giving you a ring.

Because I found you way to late.
And I lost you way too soon.

I want to write something
that lives beyond me.

Something that brings joy
to someone I'll never see.

Something that has wings
to traverse time and space.

Words of rhyme that kindle love
in a formerly loveless place.

Just a line, or phrase
where someone will say-

to a dear friend,
I read this today.

A poem by some old poet,
I don't recall his name.

But I found it to be beautiful,
and it touched me,
All the same.

Poetry is pain
With a hope of tomorrow.

Underlying regrets,
Grief and sorrow.

We revise life, through words,
Of what could have been.

But hindsight is 20/20
We can't go back again.

And would we even want to?
Could we even change a thing?

Without the knowledge of regret
Now etched upon our brain.

Better to let it go,
To say we lived and learned.

And write dreams for the future,
of passions that still burn.

On a cold and lonely day
I sit, with pen in hand.

Blank pages lie before me,
begging for truths,
or even lies
A prize of ink,
to satiate the soul.

I fumble with a line in my mind.

Not yet have I put my pen to task.
I fumble and I start,
then recoil.

The ink still abstains from the page.

For when the ink begins to flow
it will spout truths
I didn't even know.

And in a rage, it will ravage the page.
Ravage my mind, ravage my soul.

Depleting me completely,
Until,
A calm falls upon me
like snow.

Today may shape tomorrow.
 But today, 
Cannot, change yesterday.

Today is short.

A wasted today
will soon be gone.

Another yesterday,
We can't change.

Live today with purpose,
with aspirations for tomorrow.

and there will be no more regrets,
 for yesterdays.

Your body, on mine,
is like, morning sun
touching my face.
I close my eyes and
let the warmth of you
wash over me.
Wash over me,
cleanse me,
purifying my soul.
Your body, on mine,
makes me whole.
Your body, on mine,
is like the moons shine.
A radiance the night cannot hide.
bathed in light,
be it morning or night.
Your body, on mine
is my greatest delight.
Your body on, mine.
Oh how I love
your body,
on mine.