Let’s Rewind, Shall We?
Two is sticky. Sticky hands. Sticky faces. Sticky hair. Sticky tables. Sticky everything.
My wife asked me in an innocent way,Why so…
It began with a look.A touch.A feeling.
The problem with yesterdayis that the breeze lackedany sweet, rotting scentsof leafy sepulcher.
And just like thatWe were strangersJust as we were beforeWith longing in our aching hearts…
Your arm is my pillow
Let the tension wrap around usuntil it finds the sweetness of our intention, the purityof our chemistry; hidden heartswhispering secrets to…
Where’s the ambition?Why are you waiting for me to kiss you?
He walked into a green ink pondI positioned my green ink starWe drew a liquid line between…
I am the bowl God holds to the light,after the fire, turning me this way and that,throwing me against the wall,I shatter into a million…
If we didn’t have lines of body bequeathed to us
A pearl is a gem. The product of an oyster or a shelled mollusk according to Wikipedia. As with all gems each is unique; exquisite.
Even though casting off your bonds seemsdangerousand cutting ties that bind seemsmost unwise…
We met when the leaves were turning crimson and gold, and there was a slight chill to the air.
His fingers slip over the keys,alternating soft and hard,echoing his thoughts.Moments…
This mattress is full of tears.I should throw it away,My yoga teacher says,To sleep like a baby.
White foaming waves roll gently at my feet.Their hushing song is balm for my soul.Sunlight through…
It’s a curious thing.
That’s what we are at bottomshe said, her eyes listing towardthe twilightlike peenie winkles* flashing in the black bright…
Through space and time we will be bound as one I give you my love bound, bound, to never replace we melt into one passion.
Ironic, (if not perversely comical)man’s perplexity at his lack of peace;the terror, the…
“If only one line in the poem has energy, then cut the rest out and leave only…
You knowThat feelingofGroundhog dayWherenothingseemsto changeButyou’re tiredfrustratedannoyed…
everything i say
“sounds good”
We’ve never met, but I think I’ve always known youIn between the layers of my perceptions You were hiding underneathI don’t know if you need…
Buoyant the maimed soul,afloat waves of denial on a stolen ship.
Non-indigenous
transplanted into foreign soil