Daylight Creaking Up Over The Atlantic

Daylight creaking up over the AtlanticFirst light’s rays struggling over the seaMy bones seem to have a bit of rustBetter lubricate with some more coffee Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’sWe don’t need carpets; red or otherwiseWe only need our bare skin to touchEnding with me whispering between your thighs

There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside

There’s something to be said for going outside Wallowing in the dirt, smearing it on your skin Returning your soul to the Earth, to be truly free There’s only one life; you’ve got to get it in Remove society’s reign over your instincts Dance unhindered; strip & frolic completely bare Be at peace with the

Finding The Sunshine

Finding the sunshineFeeling the glorious heatRemembering the timeOur lonely lips did meetSaving me from despairA slow march to the seaLoosening of our tonguesAnother chance to be freeGetting our bodies outsideA good stretch in open airI love your everything, butYou’re best when you’re bare

Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty

Gimme a minute till I look prettyI don’t want to go out there without my cologneI can’t deal with the sketchy peopleYou know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phonesI don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coatsThe shadows are weary with their demodulationOpen your windows to the rain – expect justiceI shall bare my

Tracing These Feelings Back

Tracing these feelings backWondering where you began to careWhy did you lose your resolve& fall in love in the summer’s glareA palm grove as a backdropKissing quietly behind the reedsFeeling more than you had expectedUnsure of the coming needsLayers of sand now everywhereBreeze feeling cool upon your bare hipsHopeful surprises found refreshingNothing less than passion

Unclasping The Dreams & Insinuations

    Unclasping the dreams & insinuationsLucid thoughts beyond the outer paleTranspiring within fragile realmsA bared soul on the brunt of our fairytale Image by Gavin Seim from Pixabay 

Disturbed Themes & Distant Thrombosis

Disturbed themes & distant thrombosisA hitch in your giddy-up when it’s time for teaTranscendental visitationsFrom dreams may come answers to our makeshift reality Pouring over the brackish tomes with devotionGentlemen & ladies of letters; luminaries of thoughtBut truth doesn’t cure our limited capacitiesBare harbingers of the illiterations we’ve wrought We’ve taken ill in our posh-marked

I’ll Strip You Naked