THIS confession brings me
immense tingling pleasure
when words collide upon my skin
releasing all my tension
the greatest lover is such prose
finding it I am much disposed
where are you the woman who kisses words
she devours the lore of my heart
insane…insanity clearly shadows my self
asking for the one alone in life
who trembles within a thimble of keys
upon a screen – a fire above my knees
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CONFESSION (I)
THE LITTLE DEATH
IN our need to ration
preparedness for death
none prepares us more
than the little death
which we call orgasm
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DREAMING I AWOKE
LAST night I awoke
within my dream
nothing seemed wrong —
at least for me
I lived a full life
while visiting you see
and many years did past —
one day I fell to sleep
when I awoke again
I still remained
my wife of years
by my side hugging me
winter came so many
years henceforth
wrinkled and aching
my bones screamed
but my wife did not awake
so she remained
my last sleep
I clearly remember —
a dream so deep
that when I again awoke
I found myself alone
with youth and just a dream
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LOVE IN VESUVIUS
YOU met my heart along the rim
of Vesuvius — that night we shared
sangria and fell in love
like a fragrance within my heart
you changed the tone to light from dark
nothing but violins and a silky night
storms and turmoil came too soon for us
floods, ice, winds and tidal waves
nature kissed us goodbye in her own way
hours into days and months into years
showers in may and oceans of tears
fate twisted chance one particular day
We politely said hello in a hollow way
you bit your lip – I coughed a heart
our shadows dance for lost tomorrows
I saw what I had you knew what I saw
You saw what I was — I knew the cause
love remains but so do the scars
WE met in disgrace along our own way
you said goodbye — I said so long
now we regret more than silly words
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