I Don’t Use Umbrellas, Dear

I don’t use umbrellas, dearI’d rather dance in the rainLet it cascade gently overCleansing us of lingering painLet me take you in my armsInto your dreams – my words will pushLooking deep into my eyesAs I squeeze your tush

I Lean In Close

  I lean in close Brushing your hair over an ear Whispering how I want you To me, it’s startlingly clear You blush & push me away But I remain firmly by your side For I am happiest here My stunning, beautiful bride

I’ve Been Thinking About You

I’ve been thinking about you Draped in straps & buckles that push Silks, lace & any cloth at all Stretching thin across your tush The day has been long & tiring & your love is exactly what I need Let my eyes devour every curve No promise to be gentle in my greed

I Fell Out Of Jerry’s Beard

  I fell out of Jerry’s beard That trip was critical & weird Pushin’ the limit in this life Don’t confuse me with strife Keep your learned looks I’ll steal a trove of books Answers come when they please Send me back to sail the seas I’ll dry off at the Westward Ho! For it

My Whole Life On Scraps Of Paper

My whole life on scraps of paperMy soul jotted down on the pagePlot lines between scribblesCharacter development as we ageEverything that I am, right herePushing to further keep my mind trainedMy heart’s secret smudgedWithin these lines my identity is contained

Low Evenings Persistently Intrude

Low evenings persistently intrude Fancy parties & sensitive souls Facades draped in lush decor Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels Witnessing dancers locked in solitude Push away the day We don’t need another slow reveal

The Grand Rubbish

The grand rubbishThat we display hereOur soul’s bleedingHarking back to fearBut we push ahead& slowly exposeOur personal thoughtsFighting the reality of those Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay 

Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups

Drinking black coffee out of Delta cupsThe cheap seats listening to Empire BurlesqueMixed metaphors crawling in the nightStill pondering why a raven is like a writing desk Dislodged tea parties & cries of NevermoreThe world swiftly swirling all around meReducing myself into my wordsHiding now within punctuation & necessity Unsure of our place in timeTriangulations

Pushing Away The Storms

      Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead       Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay