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”

Teetering On The Edge Of Normalcy

Teetering on the edge of normalcyThe unraveling of misguided formsThis mind won’t settle into boredomWill not compromise the quelling of the stormDo not attempt to dampen this fireMy spirit will continue to actively soarFor I won’t be cajoled to become blandFeeling fresh & alive, always reaching for more

Saddle Up To The Counter

Saddle up to the counter Anxiety requiring a shot or two Feeling warmth of liquid bliss Slowly beginning to feel like you Tension of these recent events But knowing he’s always on your side Methodically flirting for good measure You’re aglow; his fair-haired bride Hand in hand to go dance in the rain Never lettingContinue reading “Saddle Up To The Counter”

Sitting Out On The Porch Swing

Sitting out on the porch swingSkirt spread flat over rocking legsExhausted from the daily routineTired of sharing life with the dregsClosing weary eyes to dream againImagining a reassuring, masculine formKnowing this could finally be differentThis could be comfort in the coming storm

Riding The Cooler Winds Back East

  Riding the cooler winds back east Someday my simple dreams will prevail Spent too many nights frozen & cold Once again lost, I know he’s on my trail Speak to me, for I’ll know if you tell the truth Look at me, so I’ll know we’ll make it through This soul damaged in theseContinue reading “Riding The Cooler Winds Back East”

Riding Out These Rough Seas

  Riding out these rough seas Trying to shield our shipwrecked daughters Storms moving in on us rather quickly Feeling hell’s heat & it’s only getting hotter From port to port, not knowing where to go Living free & clear is the only way to live Every day out on this cleansing ocean I prayContinue reading “Riding Out These Rough Seas”

Aroused By The Typewriter’s Bell

Aroused by the typewriter’s bellI’m salivating like Pavlov’s dogImagining caffeinated morningsWalking the Sunset within the fogThough those were forgotten emotionsI’m not able to repeat that formSo I do my best to feel the originalSometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm

Manicured City Walls

  Manicured city wallsStomping through summer puddlesCuriosities of a finer lifeScorching rays, can’t help but befuddleRecoiling to the chaffy shadeSearching for the talisman of the stormKnowing we’re in for a futile calmWho could’ve predicted it’d be this warmBut we keep on pushing throughWicking precipitation from her summer gownEffort to remain a head aboveA damn shameContinue reading “Manicured City Walls”

Passing quietly in the night

Passing quietly in the night Unbeknownst to a blind eye Distractions turning nervous Youthful visions of a divided sky Perpetual beauty left ravished Smudged but steady on course Redemptions readily available Without the gale’s full force

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