Candle Life

“Hey man, can you spare some change?” a fellow asked me the other day while I was strolling down the street and wandered into this fellows beat. “No pal” came a swift reply “I got nothing to give,” was my standard lie ’cause I did have something to give this man, But it wasn’t a…

nothing, not even one, one is something. less than infinity but never ending, it is not nothing. is nothing real? can you touch nothing? by touching nothing there is created a reality of something. i might proclaim, “I have nothing.” i have more more than that, i have the thought intangible, but something. nothing is…

The exuberance of your youth Clings to your every move, The giggles you freely share Defeats the silence in the air. One look at your budding form Tells the world a woman is born. Woman or child, the choice you face, Will you grow or go out and play. In your heart neither choice is…

It’s a broken off piece of wing on the ground before me. It won’t fly or ever grow back. It reminds me that I’m sad. Grounded as I am in life, a prisoner of my reality, I cannot fly, I can not fly, to escape my tragedy. Blue sky, green blooms abound, Colors of warmth…

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…

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…