Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies

I Can’t Speak To You With An Unbuttoned Blouse

I can’t speak to you with an unbuttoned blouseI can’t stop dreaming about what might beMy eyes drift as I’m quiet as a mouseI can’t help but objectify all that I seeI’m trying to be your gentleman callerMy purpose was to be on an even levelBut you have me squirming a little tallerFalling for youContinue reading “I Can’t Speak To You With An Unbuttoned Blouse”