Daylight Creaking Up Over The Atlantic

Daylight creaking up over the AtlanticFirst light’s rays struggling over the seaMy bones seem to have a bit of rustBetter lubricate with some more coffee Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’sWe don’t need carpets; red or otherwiseWe only need our bare skin to touchEnding with me whispering between your thighs

Most Guys

Most guys Will tell as many lies As it takes to get between your thighs But that’s not my goal I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole That has been left in my soul *this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94Continue reading “Most Guys”