Strapped Into A Mourning Gown

  Strapped into a mourning gown That might survive our winter garden Rebasing all these dreams This predicament has begun to harden; I beg your pardon Slowly peeling off your layers Caught us in a lightning storm Feeling excited electricity Between our adrenalized forms Standing naked before the darkness Illuminated only by midnight flashes PerfectionContinue reading “Strapped Into A Mourning Gown”

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