Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wine I get thirsty in these evening hours Noticing silhouettes moving in the kitchen Before too long I might need a quick shower
This humidity is slowly trying to roast me I’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleeves Her beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consent I’m merely appreciating that in which I believe
My wineglass perched on your ass After the night we spent tonguing in cursive Stagnant & installed as my petrified goddess Wishing modern love was more immersive
Making memories of stained glass Naked with our flesh intertwined Fresh thoughts I need to write down Either way, I know you’re forever mine
Picking up my woman 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
Drinking wine for old times’ sake
Swilling memories into miraculous rebirth
Our bodies are the height of impermanence
But we seldom understand what we’re worth
Broken wine glasses sitting on the ledge With a gentle, rolling view from the terrace We embarrassed ourselves last night Intent on copulating with the war bride heiress
The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor
We exist in a fortuitous moment Together in a Summery field Sipping delightful wines Writing verse on our intercollegiate yields
They want us to come in from the cold But I’m not concerned about their rules I’d rather remain isolated with you Bosh to their arbitrary ordinances to reign in fools
Within doctrines of the former realms Secular atonements when you cannot reap Our distorted narratives no longer at the helm Parched souls shudder when you cannot sleep
Notebooks wrapped in twine, lubricating my dreams Thinly veiled entitlements, rushing to meet the golden hour Misplaced refugees; tugging on our heart seams Stomp on rose colored lenses/before the vine turns sour
Standing tall amidst populism, still reading banned books Rejecting capitalism before you win a shopping spree Your enemy’s dilemma might be worth a look While upholding the realization of love’s prophesy
Embracing goblets of celebratory wine & errant notes Time to return to glory; fire dance upon wooden boats
Waking up, smelling of love Sore & stiff from our imaginations A late night of enlightened feelings Letting moans be our primal narration
Accompanied by jazzy tones & chilled wine Perfect decorations for our eternal passions By any means necessary to ensure That our mutual desire never goes our of fashion
Still sleeping on the edge Your side is far too cold The house feels empty Without you here to hold Never washed your lipstick Off the wine glass at the table I can’t lose everything I have Missing you makes me unstable
Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystal The fancy stuff from our Wedding day Leaving behind clothing as we speak Your look disregards anything I have to say
My eyes are up here, my beautiful Bride Please focus on my charm & wit I can tell you only desire one thing But first lady, you’re going to have to submit
An innocent looking soul Draped with an ethereal gown Confident strides across the patio With Eve’s revenge Crisp air – like the first bite of a green apple Obscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure
I watch her bosom swell It’s not objectivization For I worship her Refreshed in waves This transparent Victorian hypocrisy Knowing all that ails & an unseen wound
Yet morning crests Pale orange sky forces it’s way through space In the arms of naked trees I’m celebrating femininity Spring’s arrival in a sundress As she teases me with breathless recitals Our love not by design But still goes well with NorCal wine
She’s shakin’ those hips
Drivin’ me wild with thirst
If I try to tag along
My mind’ll surly burst
Please loosen my tie
Could I have a slug of wine
If I close my eyes
Could she ever be mine
It’s a delicate inferno
Blazin’ through the night
I find myself dry
Only she’s in my sight
Vision’s gettin’ thick
Consciousness gettin’ deep
My soul to believe
She’s too salacious to sleep
Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration
But that’s not the way you remembered they bled
Choosing the perfect wording for posterity
A trembling shadow of what the poets once said
We once set out to create a fresh universe
But that’s not the way I can any longer think
Falling in love with strange, beautiful women
The source & reason for all the dedicated ink
Our souls entwined in deliberate communion
But that’s not the way that I came to be lost
Specific writings to engrave our cosmic lust
Forever entombed within this highland frost
Midnight arrives by candlelight
My imagination takes over as before
Secretive scribbles in an unlit corner
Wine & a woman coaxing me for more
Uncertain of what we should divulge
An intrigue for sure, this darling flower
I’m intimidated, yet oddly disarmed
Casually containing remarkable brain power
A smart woman in a beautiful exterior
Society isn’t prepared for this conglomeration
But I know a woman is at her most alluring
When engaged in interesting conversation
I poured you copious amounts of wine Frank was singing ‘The Lady Is A Tramp’ We danced until you went home on the train Your dreams ended up being quite damp
I won’t impress you
Doesn’t matter who you are
I drink cheap wine
But enjoy Cuban cigars
I won’t play that game
There’s no benefit to me
This heart is not for sale
Honest, humble & eternally free