dark honey

Dark honey sliding warm and sticky sweet
along my tongue...
Your kiss, intoxicating from first touch...
to the last great sigh of relief.

no rules

Time.
There is no consequence inside the poem
There is no distance between the hunger and the mouth
I can touch you in this place, more intimate than flesh
You can press your fingers through the body of my wanting
Fell the swell and the pull.
Inside the poem we are one.
Inside the poem
you can find me splayed out
between your hands...
between the lines.

the cure

Lost in imagination while watching reality unfold
is a spoonful of harsh medicine
that works by delivering the truth in large doses. 

villainous

Until human kind agrees
to change its view of the world
no matter what protest, speeches, or arguments told
will fix the wicked ways of this world...

after hours

People are so vulnerable at night.
They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen.
They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.

Concept #315

Concept:

the taste of Whiskey on my lips,

your whisper in my ear.

Sinatra softly playing,

I introduce your mouth

to the forbidden spaces

beneath the hollow of my throat,

down to the stardust between my thighs.

exaggeration

Stop breaking your own heart by exaggerating your place in other people’s lives