Category Archives: Love

Thank you, thank you not

Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you

Thank you, thank you not

Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you

My love is a blues guitar

Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune

My love is a blues guitar

Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune

Body of fiction

The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s

Body of fiction

The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s

Asthma

I want to breathe life into you To fill your lungs with pure air And have you feel The love swimming inside you

Asthma

I want to breathe life into you To fill your lungs with pure air And have you feel The love swimming inside you

451

I’d like to have someone to share my poems with Rather than a blog I’d write them She’d read them Then into the fire they’d go

451

I’d like to have someone to share my poems with Rather than a blog I’d write them She’d read them Then into the fire they’d go

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

Diana

I want to feel you in my mouth As my tongue wraps around yours Stirring up a storm in my head

Diana

I want to feel you in my mouth As my tongue wraps around yours Stirring up a storm in my head