I’m the footnote to your memory Everyone will remember how you touched their soul I’m just the quiet guy in the background Working hard to help make your vision whole
I’m not the one to be seen nor heard But to fade away when they extinguish the lights Forgotten once the dream falls to recess Sealed once we find our departing flights
I never wished to distract from you I humbly serve your silent grace No aim to conjure something more Merely to bask in beautiful refraction of your face
Running my fingers upon the smooth surface Keeping them always against the grain I know my way through the Redwoods They’re my protection against the dark stains
Born in the high desert among the cacti Faint echoes from mission bells of yore Great things come from fools with faith Misguided souls remain thirsty for more
Stubborn & obstinate as hardwood Needing my love to keep from being truculent Even though our touch doesn’t always soften conditions Nevertheless, she is still my favorite succulent
My fetish is powerful women Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no? When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean
Red lipstick & a tight ponytail
The pretty piano player; a punk rockette
The domestic goddess with a need to be clean
Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set
Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely
The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch
Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws
But she’ll only accept the light’s soft touch
Wearing an evening gown at her elegant leisure
Within her mind, no better way to take a selfie
She’s blunt with her standards & expectations
But lucky for us all, my poems are gluten free
I know you’re checking out your flaws Standing at the mirror, counting imperfections Negative thoughts like these rather gnaw So I’m offering up thorough inspections It’s best to take it slow around curves Haste would be such an utter waste Wanting you to feel it in each of your nerves This examination shall be conducted by touch & taste
Two lost souls, like beachcombers Looking for lost things; love & such Distant memories of happiness The feeling of being needed; a touch Nestled within a Siren’s lullaby We never could grasp our fate Shrugging off the daily struggles Our only choice is to circumnavigate
Daylight creaking up over the Atlantic First light’s rays struggling over the sea My bones seem to have a bit of rust Better lubricate with some more coffee
Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’s We don’t need carpets; red or otherwise We only need our bare skin to touch Ending with me whispering between your thighs
Touched by the whim of God
Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places
Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips
My benign lunacy comes in traces
Diluted measurements by midmorning
With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee
Bringing small obsessions in my mind
When the local widows invite me for tea
Entering only after a courteous introduction
No need to intrude on our nebulous beliefs
A shared sacrilege when I watch her curtsey
Dropping to our knees; praying for some relief
Dimples; the marks of the fairies
Their love touched upon the very faces
Chosen to endure above the others
Dimmed, but remaining vague traces
Magic’s residue upon your life
Nature knowing what is true
Selected to be special
Out of all the woods, they settled upon you
Picking up my girl along the way
A short enough skirt that’ll surely tease
Soft tones upon the extinguished day
Wine & song that I might forever please
Snapping fingers & popping buttons
Ample latitude that I might play her fool
Admittedly; for her touch I’m a glutton
My own words reveal me to still be uncool
My ravishing mettle giving her just cause
Subtly picking up her heels and hemline
This rakish spirit providing her pause
Exposing joy & unadulterated sunshine
Sometimes I don’t want to love you But I know there’s no real choice My heart longs for your touch Your kisses give my soul a voice Sometimes you don’t make it easy But we always make it through This world is a beautiful place Much better since I share it with you