Transitional Glories Of The Forlorn

Transitional glories of the forlornWhere do we begin to find solaceAncient cries of those forgivenTrading a reckoning for eternal bliss Standing high on a sailor’s mountSearching for souls in which to confideA bounty shall be easily & surely lostYet remaining steadfast with the coming tide

Counting Out The Steps

Counting out the steps Crawling on all fours One, two three, one two, three You deny the circus, but they’re really yours Giving her another twirl We’re standing naked & stark You speak your pretentious slang Only exposed in the dark I’m here with your midnight medicine My beautiful babe, bottoms up! But I remainContinue reading “Counting Out The Steps”

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

We Have Different Moments To Emerge

We have different moments to emerge Life telling us uniqueness isn’t enough Parsed meters to steadfast tranquility Rendered improbable when mixed in the slough But sunshine will eventually return We’ll rise up beyond the hindered clouds Proving to the world our love conquers Truth & evidence transcend once we get that loud Image by Attila Marosi from Pixabay