Unfolding broken dreams The distant & diluted flow Our hopeless choices astound The truth? We still don’t know But we can never give up Clinging to the last of our visions Memories cultivated on dark nights Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions How do you translate a morning When your soul bears undiagnosed pain ScarsContinue reading “Unfolding Broken Dreams”
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Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress
Wading through seawater in your dressClinging to your delicious curvesExposing the universe to meStanding at attention; all my nerves You’re the anomaly of this worldVirtue & flexibility of our seamsWrap your legs around my mindAllow me the most sensuous dreams Never to rejoin this delinquent societyLet me lead you with hands on your hipsTo paradiseContinue reading “Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress”
Reading Dog Eared Love Letters
Reading dog eared love lettersSmelling of her French perfumeLonging to be with her againClinging to memories, I consumeThe candlelight quietly fadingThe only sound is my pen’s scratchScribbling missives & shantiesAcknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch
She’ll Be Coming Around The Mountain
She’ll be coming around the mountain Clinging to youthful visions of equestrians Yet life is a swift kick to the balls Leaving one feeling a little more pedestrian
Saddle Up To The Counter
Saddle up to the counter Anxiety requiring a shot or two Feeling warmth of liquid bliss Slowly beginning to feel like you Tension of these recent events But knowing he’s always on your side Methodically flirting for good measure You’re aglow; his fair-haired bride Hand in hand to go dance in the rain Never lettingContinue reading “Saddle Up To The Counter”
Don’t Tell Me How’s Its Gonna Be
Don’t tell me how’s its gonna beWhen you’ve never beenI’ve seen the angry seaYou’re not among the salty menDon’t act like you have a clueClinging to the dirtYou’ve never seen a color that blueNever felt your soul cringe & hurtYou’re looking for easy praiseDon’t want to be a weathered cogRiding waves on endless daysYou’reContinue reading “Don’t Tell Me How’s Its Gonna Be”
The Sultan Of Suntan
The sultan of suntanSmelling like oils & lotionsSand clinging to your soulCleansed by the water’s motionPurged of evaporating dreamsWe can focus on existenceWringing it all outAt love’s steadfast insistenceAll secrets illuminatedNothing remains withinCover of cheap shadesTruth permeates the skin
