Rigormortis Of The Soul

Rigormortis of the soulDejected along emotional failingsTempered seas begin to rollWhite knuckles; hold fast to the railings Sorting feelings like a rolodexTrampled yearning from Jaguar yearsUnprepared for survivalCausing the most elaborate of your fears Processing out foreign memoriesBut the answers just get in the wayUndisciplined in self-diagnosisA sturdy smile in the face of the seaspray

Caught Checking Out Her Perks

Caught checking out her perks Hey Ballerina – tell me a bawdy tale With tawdry notes from last night I’ll pour a drink as you slowly regale Draping my jacket over the chair You slip off those tantalizing heels Preparing for the evening’s agenda Knowing its my heart you’re about to steal

I’d Trade All Those Gold Doubloons

I’d trade all those gold doubloonsFor another morning with youTasting your sweet nectarInspiring the day to be fresh & newI don’t want fame nor gloryI just want to be naked under the coversSatisfying & emotionally preparing youSending you out into the world; a happy lover