See that penny on the ground,
gleaming copper
flat and round?
Sometimes blackened as if dirt,
lying there,
unobserved.
Some who see it think in fear,
pick up the penny,
you’re a queer.
“Queer penny,”
they laugh out loud,
and behind your back.
I think it’s more queer
to leave the money
lying there like that.
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The first thing I wanted to do on the day that I turned forty-three, was to say that I was fifty-seven and watch your eyes roll to the heavens, and listen as you boldly proclaim “My, don’t you look good for your age.” © All Rights Reserved
Soft lips caress, brush light across mine, igniting sparks wake my slumbering soul. Touching fingertips dance with glee, then retreat, fingers intertwine, hold on for this moment in time. Tracings designs on to your neck, and farther still, on to your breasts, excited nipples reach out to mine. Breast to breast we rest, hardened flesh…
Sometimes life just gets you down, going to sleep and waking up and everything in between is consumed with the single thought, “I just want to end it all.” It isn’t the thought of suicide that appeals to the mind, life or death – neither matters, nothing matters when you’re tired of life, when you’ve…
Dancing in the flame of life, unaware of the forces that feed, no need to know of the heat or the air or the fuel, and yet — take one of them away, just one, and the dancing will cease. Dancing in the flame of life, controlled and deliberate, not allowed to leap too high…
A young black girl dressed all in black, shimmering like the ebon sea at midnight. A short black dress barely covers her, temptatious charcoal thighs. She sits — the ebon sea parts revealing a shore of roses, petals spread and glistening of midnight dew. The flowers call to me, urging me to come…. closer, closer….
