Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystalThe fancy stuff from our Wedding dayLeaving behind clothing as we speakYour look disregards anything I have to say My eyes are up here, my beautiful BridePlease focus on my charm & witI can tell you only desire one thingBut first lady, you’re going to have to submit

An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPale

She’s Shakin’ Those Hips

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

Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

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

We’re Painting The Roses Red

We’re painting the roses red When I spill my bottle of wine Laughing the silly words we said Running through the sunshine Gathering inspiration to write Leaning against their picket fence Together & the songs we recite Friendship allows life to make sense

Midnight Arrives By Candlelight

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

Waking Up To Exposed Sunshine

Waking up to exposed sunshineI find myself easily seducedOnce I tried become a StoicBut with my heart, it’s no useI’m a hopeless romanticBut I try not to let anyone knowIn this disheveled morningI’ll have another merlot

I Poured You Copious Amounts Of Wine

I poured you copious amounts of wineFrank was singing ‘The Lady Is A Tramp’We danced until you went home on the trainYour dreams ended up being quite damp

Picking Up My Girl Along The Way

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

We Exist In A Fortuitous Moment

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

It’s Not About Me

It’s not about me Focus away from my chipped soul Fragile dreams creaked as I reach daylight Caught in our midsummer’s lull Drinking wine out of a teacup This soul embarrassing when exposed Hoping to numb our sensibilities While we lay naked & juxtaposed

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

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  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

I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

  I’m not your reluctant heroI’m nothing along those linesDon’t think so highly of a foolWith your lips crumbling into your winePlease don’t raise me up to be muchI’m not what you see with your eyesA figment of an imagination’s dreamI’m lost within these warm Florida skies

I Won’t Impress You

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