Sigh of Desire

Everyone I know is so unlike you, a small knit in the cosmic fabric blending and shaping most of what we call life: You are the single thread that stands out from the pattern. Years ago, I saw such as fine a thread and I tugged at it … the cosmic fabric rippled. My life…

I’m getting old! Over the hill. On a downward slide to just so much dust. My beard – If I keep pulling the gray hairs it will be gone. The hair on top is half gone already – Fuck You – I ain’t cutting it no more! Ever! Quit asking when I’m getting a haircut,…

On the outer edges of moralistic blue balls, on the fringes of bible belted laws. Society, as we know it History, as we know it. Victoria’s purity has become Victoria’s Secret. The ruling class hold on to their ass by a thread of cash. They live in fear of the very things they spawn… Homelessness,…

Somewhere down near lower Greenville Avenue an unusual Saturday night was brought to life with sights and sounds not normally seen by the owners and patrons of that street. A hard rain fell on the strip, limbs and leaves tossed in the wind, and party goers rushed from their cars to seek refuge in the…

Do you remember the first time we spent together naked – Touching with electric fingertips and our lips, in places that only lovers can explore. Together secret and silent, away from prying eyes and listening ears. Where moments melted into hours, Where hurried lust gave way to love, Where words not spoken were already heard….

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…