Fences

Viscous crackers in the early morning: Reading between the rows of incomplete sentences looking for the ragged edges of your soul. Those tattered threads strewn about like so much lint seen floating across the last ray of hope. Too fresh to throw away, worn enough to be trite. There in the words splayed across the…

I long, no I ache to hold you near. To feel the softness of your breast under my palm. To feel the smooth skin of your thigh pressed near against mine, To see the ecstasy in your face as you climax time after time. To taste the nectar of your lips as we meet together…

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…

Riding on the Elastic Firecracker bus I am taking the magical mystery tour of the nineties. Come on along, hop on aboard, see what the noise is all about. Cut your strings, free your inside out, revel in the revelations of the Tripping Daisy. The perennial high hides in my mind; to the cat eye…

Another Sunday night spent sleepless, not dreaming the fairytale fantasies of my tortured soul, unable to divert the conscious thought into surreal dreams, until the crack of dawn like a hypnotists cue sends me into deep slumber. Ten minutes of restful bliss interrupted by an angry alarm that tells me – Today is Monday. ©…

A dreary day for love and lovers – this cold and wet Valentines Day; Sitting alone, glancing at each other, both hoping the other will not go away. The banners and signs all bright and pink, they’re supposed to make us feel better; As I sit here alone, I wonder, I think, just how much…