Let Me Borrow A Glass Of Your Mom’s Wine

Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wineI get thirsty in these evening hoursNoticing silhouettes moving in the kitchenBefore too long I might need a quick showerThis humidity is slowly trying to roast meI’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleevesHer beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consentI’m merely appreciating that in which I believe

Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface

Running my fingers upon the smooth surfaceKeeping them always against the grainI know my way through the RedwoodsThey’re my protection against the dark stains Born in the high desert among the cactiFaint echoes from mission bells of yoreGreat things come from fools with faithMisguided souls remain thirsty for more Stubborn & obstinate as hardwoodNeeding myContinue reading “Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface”