The Place We Have Come To

So we have arrivedA estas alturasAnd have come of ageA estas alturasAt this place and timeA estas alturasTo this single spaceWas it by His hand?¿Divina providencia?Or perhaps fate?No. Divina providencia.That guided us to this land;God’s country.Divina providencia. How was I to know?Un inocenteShe shouldn’t have been thereUn inocenteIt’s not my fault I swearUn inocenteShe’ll getContinue reading “The Place We Have Come To”

Crushed Seduction (Alliterisen)

Two threats, open love letterWet my whistle the story’s steamyClear cut quaint question asked“Who will be my last love?” you ask.I answer in artAs is my way with meaningIt is I you yearn to loveDon’t dream about me at nightIn wondrous fits of flightDon’t you undress me in dreamsRipping apart satin seamsLooking to loose myContinue reading “Crushed Seduction (Alliterisen)”

Seduced By Seduction

Seduction, sly mistress that she isSlow, sensuous, serious bizSlides up to you, whispers in your earSensual temptations to allay your fears I can’t wait for her to whisper to meSimple words for simpler pleasuresSecret acts of forbidden treasureShe’s a seductress, my favorite missSomeone I need, can’t live without this I admit I’m addicted to herSeducedContinue reading “Seduced By Seduction”

Dig Deep

Engrave your name hereUpon my heart’s broken tearsSpilled blood a tattooWhisper your love dearKeep your lips on mine tonightPoison in my veinsNails on a chalkboardYour moans, tear through my eardrums Your sighs sharp daggersLhOaVtEe digs deep A Dverse prompt. Write a quadrille with the word engrave. Hope you enjoy!

Tilting Away & Towards The Sun

I look outside my windowSnow falls downLike the down feathers of the fleeing geese gone for winterCold bites through me as I turn away from the sunThe dance remains the same from millenia to milleniaAs we dance through the cosmos revolving one around the otherI circle you yet it is coldest when I am closer.IContinue reading “Tilting Away & Towards The Sun”

From The Dirt

Got here from the dirtYou mean the mud?No, mud had waterWe had none.Salt of the earthCause our fields were saltedKilling crops, growing on nothin’.Hard packed soilMade into clayBuilding walls to make us stay.Going down by the river Jordan?Nah, we keep our feet in the soilTouching grassCause we working off our assReach up to the skyKissContinue reading “From The Dirt”