Sobering

Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night. There must be something unfinished, maybe there’s something more to say. Mothers’ come to visit from the other side of the grave. Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night, While I sleep I hear her speak, she only visits in my dreams….

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…

inner lights flash their wretched sign, it is closing time. outside lights blast my pinhole eyes, police driving by – tell me to keep moving. my head is not still, it is my feet that are numb, arrest my feet! feel me, beat me, kick me, lock me up. you have failed mother fucker to…

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….

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…

It’s not easy writing flowery prose, uplifting thoughts avoid my mind, when I spend my days looking down my nose. Not down at you, or you, or even you, down at the self, within my mind wherein I reside, wishing I were you. There is beauty and charm I can see, this graces your smile,…