I don’t want you
Today or tomorrow
Or ever or forever
I want you now
In the shadows
And secret dark places
In the aching and hidden
Corners and hollows
I want you now
Trembling and taken
Submersed in this insistent
Irresistible longing
I want you now
In the shadows
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Exploring
It was lush and daring
During those days
Like the far off smell
Of burning wood
Or the feel of wind
Whipping at our
Hair and clothes
During those days
Like the far off smell
Of burning wood
Or the feel of wind
Whipping at our
Hair and clothes
Saturday, July 20, 2013
"You know me so well"
Its because I listen
Not just to your words
But your voice
The tones and breaths
The rustle of your clothes
And rhythm of your step
Not just to the sounds
But the hush and pauses
The way your body
Moves and responds
The things you eat
The way you watch
The things that fascinate you
Its because I listen
Not just to your words
But your voice
The tones and breaths
The rustle of your clothes
And rhythm of your step
Not just to the sounds
But the hush and pauses
The way your body
Moves and responds
The things you eat
The way you watch
The things that fascinate you
Its because I listen
Saturday, March 2, 2013
No Longer
Ancient fading ticking
Forgotten trains on ruined tracks
Ghosts of my once wandering
Sleek clocks and pocket watches
Marking the constant slip away
Clouds so ominous in the distance
Fierce this howling wind tearing
Collected indulgent reflections
Swept into the hidden darkness
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sediment
The sharp metallic bloody taste
Of this inevitable foregone conclusion
Like so much fruit lay waste on the
Late fall ground
In the secluded seamy underside
Of my often so cavalier exhibition
Like pale white flesh flush with
bruised red welts
Murky in this always ending
Of our delicious dark stain
Like the dregs of chocolate
Left behind
Of this inevitable foregone conclusion
Like so much fruit lay waste on the
Late fall ground
In the secluded seamy underside
Of my often so cavalier exhibition
Like pale white flesh flush with
bruised red welts
Murky in this always ending
Of our delicious dark stain
Like the dregs of chocolate
Left behind
Monday, January 21, 2013
Adventure
My hands ache
To travel the naked
Length of you
This lingering hunger
For the primitive
Arching moaning
Response as I
Explore and discover
All your secret
Places
Gathering senses
Folds of soft cloth
In your pleasure
Clenched fingers
Tasting crushed
Berry trails
Running down
Your steamy curves
Searching the
Eager and elusive
Adventure horizon
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