Sonnet 12489

There is blood on the sidewalk. There, just outside the door. Blood, red, a pool that is still moist and it spreads – dripping over the curb. This is not metaphoric blood – the blood of a nation or of a cause. It is not the blood of innocent babies plucked from the safety of…

He lives in common exile existing cheek to cheek with the pretty people. The pretty girls with their pretty scrubbed faces and their pretty little smiles concealing their dirty ugly thoughts. The pretty boys with their pretty hair and their pretty earrings and their abundant cool that disappears when the snake awakes. He sits next…

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 know your name, your age, and your address, Your best friend and your sexual preference, Who you dated in high school, and since then, Much more do I know, yet we’ve never met. Finding you out was easy, It only took me one day; I know you’ll think this is sleazy, But your license…

The early morning sunrise makes me think of you, gentle strokes of soft light cross your morning dew. And tender thoughts will cross my mind and ride up to the sky, I never question loving you, no need to ask them why. The morning sun lifts its face above your lovely garden, your budding fruit…

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…