Wilting Roses By The Fireside

  Wilting roses by the fireside Coffee warming bones chilled from the boat Drifting thoughts to stagnant memories Thawing words from poems you never wrote

Incomplete Rants Are Broken Thoughts

Incomplete rants are broken thoughtsAntique shutters dangle in the breezeVaccinated by expired truth serumsEye twitches; our hostess is ill at ease Yet remaining upright on the pageOur fate wrapped in a trickster’s charmSubtle strokes without remorseOnly dried ink leaves us disarmed Subverting all the easy answersSacred is our fundamental right to chooseHowever your speculations driftCut

Wanting To Dance Naked

Wanting to dance naked Instinctively wanting to go down Perfection within moonlight Wearing her like a crown Hearing her voice serenade She’s what dreams are made of Drifting off to Neverland Knowing how Southern girls love

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 you