This Is My Flag

Dancing in the flame of life, unaware of the forces that feed, no need to know of the heat or the air or the fuel, and yet — take one of them away, just one, and the dancing will cease. Dancing in the flame of life, controlled and deliberate, not allowed to leap too high…

She was petite, I thought she was skinny; She was beautiful, At least she was to me; She loved to cuddle, Get as close as could be; She was so soft, Smooth as satin sheets. She had the ferocity of a big cat, She had a soul of pure gold, Why my baby Skinny left…

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…

The first thing I wanted to do on the day that I turned forty-three, was to say that I was fifty-seven and watch your eyes roll to the heavens, and listen as you boldly proclaim “My, don’t you look good for your age.” © All Rights Reserved

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…

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,…