i have met.....

i have met thousands of women and...

i have had all
colors,
all shapes
and all sizes
of women
over 52 years,
dedicate their
unilateral love
and wanting of me.

and still, still to this day i can still count on one hand how many women that i have allowed to get to
"know me"!

and trust me;
each one remembers each intimate moment with me even if they scream to the world that they don't.

they only wish that there was more moments.

unintentionally i may have hurt a few, unintentionally.

let's talk, shall we?

look, i know that you think of me just as i,
think about you.

avoidance is a game of procrastination,
of the inevitable.

i get it, i get that people's feelings need to be spared or how ***** you think that you might feel, because of other's feelings.

but, think about you for a moment.

think about how a full moon meets a horizon of glass top water.

think, think about the lunar waves that occur during such an encounter?

think about fulfillment and becoming one at long last with what makes you a woman.

procrastination only leaves the hungry to starve.

you, your womanly needs
and both sets of lips,
would be better served to remember that.

i mean, let us be real, let's be real now!

i think,
     i think that
i was
never meant
   for this earth.

born,
  i was blue
    in hue,
my parents thought
   i was going
to die.

perhaps,
     perhaps at birth,
        it was
my destiny to die
    before i
ever lived?

i guess God felt
   as if,
     this life was
in need of me,
    and what i
had to give?

i have served Him
  with the life
    that He felt
i needed to share.
  
from barely breathing
     and blue
   at birth,
Jesus knew that...

    what was in that
   baby's heart was rare.

as the man that....
    He has groomed me
      to become.

i still remain a
    tortured soul ...
  my heart always bleeding
with no chance of
    ever being numb.

there are days that...
   i privately wish
     that blue baby
would have never lived,

      just some....

just some days.

i can't save the world,
    i now know
but i
      really really
want too.

    next time that i am
       blue and
barely breathing....

   please......
    
        please let me

go.

you only think that you know me!

2am
  3am
4am

whenever.

i write
whenever
i want .....

about
what my
heart
my body
and
my mind
are feeling.

wouldn't you
love to be
swinging in a
hammock
with me at
2 in the morning
just so that,

  you

might?

   finally
understand

me?

A rose petal laid upon your pillow case.
A rose petal laid upon your silky nighty that's been thrown across the bed....
mouthwatering lace.
A rose petal laid across your lips.
A rose petal laid below your ******* upon your navel....
rhythmic thrusting hips.
A rose petal laid upon your inner thigh to the soft sounds of the sax.
A rose petal clutched in your hand.....
back sweetly clawed by ******.



'everyone's concrete poet'

a kiss
without
the hug
is like
the flower
without
the fragrance

before heading
out on a journey
of revenge,
be mindful
to dig
two graves
before you
leave