Wash Away My Sins

  Wash away my sins Lightning striking us twice Coming summer rain (soft & light) That lovely woman – cold as ice Yet I head for her still Not one to be dissuaded She’ll warm to my charms When I leave her hair unbraided      

Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

Hanging with beach bums & bashful babesSwimming in the surf on late Spring daysColorful flavors poured gently over iceSkin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sandThough she revealed herself to be a SirenCoaxing & teasing me with her demure allureWhispering that I might be a

Swapping Daisy Buchanan For Lady Brett

Swapping Daisy Buchanan for Lady BrettDreams & visions traded for a martini glassThe swirls of ice resemble their heartsThe disappearing notion of the dignified classSo we raise a toast for decent luckThese three olives constitute her daily menuDancing off silently out onto the verandaSubtly becoming her own performance venue

Lost To The World

    Lost to the worldLocked in her own deviceOnce sought afterRemaining temperate of iceBeauty a lesser value nowHiding behind electronicsBinary thoughts; needs a rebootNow she’ll need Hooked on Phonics Image by Karolina Grabowska from Pixabay 

the snow

Street lamps glow reflecting of the snow Life like ice melting away drip by drop Grass withstanding winter emerging to grow Fragile hope resurfaces not ready to stop