Driving home, I saw the shades beyond the white line
walking the ditch.
Then I knew the sun would not shine that tomorrow.
The night took me in its arms, not letting me go.
The next day I visited you.
You were happy I came to see you.
After that, your smile glowed, and you slept.
The following day, family arrived.
That afternoon, I sobbed.
Three days later, we said the prayer for the dead.
It's been three years plus.
I still feel your presence.
Because of you, I continue.

Saw her.
Fell hard.
She didn't.

A mystery photo
of cul de sacs.
Someone  I loved
for many years,
and she loved me.
The dress is a mystery,
yet I never asked her.
And her friends and
family(including her
first beau) did not
know.
A truly mysterious
past.

Powdered dust
beneath our feet,
brown grass, and
dry air is the atmosphere.
Nothing grows in this
environment, still we
have excellent hydroponics
and distill water from excellent
sand traps for condensation.
The only life here, this is
still home, heart of the world.
We wait for the ships to return,
thrusters firing.
Most will leave.
I will stay.

Imagine your self( no pressures)
as you're immersed in
bubbly.
Incense tickles your
nostrils.
You are open, if you desire.
Your warmth  invites and
beckons us to foreplay because
we shall be baptized
in raw, wet lust
without the morning shame
after. Let us be the animals
we are.
Your choice. And I will not
lie. You may be disappointed.
Will you invite me?
We can always cuddle after
or if you prefer, instead.

Wedding day.
My fiancé
flew away.

Coats of paint well applied
externally and color coordinated.
The trim contrasted properly
with no smearing.
An individual work which does not
clash with the neighbors, yet
is an open invitation.
An open house built upon good
foundation and sturdy structure
which is a signature to the craftsmen
who built it and dressed it.