Tell Me again how many times you’d spread yourself, like some blessed thin layer offering yourself to others? In the curve of the left arm she held the needle still eyes were locked into eyes, “Hurry love!” In an instant the fire was lit so alive now burning white hot. One must admit to have … Continue reading Love Injected
Category: poetry
Divine Intervention
The fact is my love is an impossible task like a half-assed look or glance. Oh this must of meant I wasn't all that interested, when in fact, my attention is yours. Of course, I'll do whatever whenever I am forced even if that meant I'd have to use a pair of sterile hands to … Continue reading Divine Intervention
Upturned Chin
Lonely kisses to an upturned chin too long have you stood at that door. Waiting on yesterday still, here are your exclusive words simply said in a way that only you could decipher or name. Yes it is your perfume that gets my attention to turn in the air that still hangs it forces me … Continue reading Upturned Chin
Honey Bee
Underweight, my words seem a little anemic when compared to the bloated world that surrounds me here. I feel the temperature in my throat it's almost time to take you to that sacred place. Retreat with me I'll keep your head afloat slightly above the rim. I won't let you drown under the weight of … Continue reading Honey Bee
When Lovers Meet
I can't sleep until I've come here and knocked on this door to try and wake you into existence. We haven't met, yet I can describe you in exacting detail. My lover is already in me, I am not seeking you, but merely waiting on a chance meeting in order to be in awe and … Continue reading When Lovers Meet
Treasure Hunt
The pleasure comes from the source. I don't mind waiting on a certain kind of girl. She turns, her smile escapes and my mind goes blank. I've never seen this kind of look before when she put her eyes squarely on me. She claimed the words were all hers. I want more time, from that … Continue reading Treasure Hunt
From Pictures Back Then
When colors fade from old photographs life's timeline is hard to ignore. Maybe memories work the same, with time against them it's hard to recall, just exactly how you sounded or replied when we spoke. In all those old photographs, I'm your age now, I guess time travel is actually possible. The hour now, is … Continue reading From Pictures Back Then
