Sunshine in my Pocket

I carry sunshine in my pocket, the same place I keep memories of you. It’s raining here, outside, so slipping my rainbow-stained fingers within, I touch the radiating heat of you. My defenses melt away with every glimpse of your beaming heart and gentle eyes. Those same defenses that my tears had put in place. […]

Quietly, I Love You

I think I fell in love with you This should not be possible Our love cannot be Yet whenever I think of you My heart soars and squeezes My lips smile and laugh My eyes close, as I imagine If only, what could be I know, you won’t be mine to hold You told me […]

Would You?

would you cherish my beating soul? would you cherish my artist’s hand? you’re everything to me would you watch me finger myself? would you watch me shake and dance? I’m filled with visions of us would you taste my so-soft lips? would you taste my heady love? you’re more than I could hope for would […]

Expiration Date

we all have expiration dates he knew that because that’s what everyone always told him they said that when his dad died at 51 they said that when his mom got sick they said that when frank at the office fell off his chair during the quarterly meeting and died right there they said that […]

Spiraling Memories – Collaboration

twin thoughts and memories slipped down like drops of rain through the branches of my mind when I opened my mouth they dripped on my outstretched tongue and I tasted you my tongue on your skin scraping off the last layers of us to swallow down the final vestiges of the warmth, now fading away, […]

Patience Has It’s Rewards Too

In this era, walking this world, we have erroneously come to the conclusion that we need everything and we need it now. Where has patience gone? Where has peace fled to? Where is our human compassion and mercy? Examining my own self, I know what I desire. I have hopes and dreams too. Some I […]

Taste

As he tastes my skin Early in the morning I wonder what it is he finds Upon his wandering tongue Is it the spice of passion? The bitterness of loneliness? Or the sticky sweet honey of love? Am I cinnamon and clove? Earth after it has rained? Salty tears of heartache? I imagine I’m not […]

dead ahead – reblog

The language of small talk kills me when it has to walk with death. What do your parents do? Well. My parents were professors. My dad was a professor, but he retired, and then died. My mom was a professor, but she retired. My parents were professors, but it is no longer the same kind […]