I stand upon the sandy dunesWaiting for the moonSinging catchy little happy tunesI’ve been waiting here since noonIt rises in the eastThough I’m bad with directionsIt doesn’t bother me in the leastI’ve been taking up collectionsSet up a chair and a standI whisper created fortunesNow I’ve got a bandThe profits in the marginsMoonlight won’t youContinue reading “Waiting for Moonlight”
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These I Have Loved
The sun on a summer’s day Whose heat I yearn for like the hotness of youThe cool of a breeze Like the breath from between your soft lipsThe morning dew That gathers outside our window as we sleep in to afternoonSilence after a hectic day That leads to the sounds we make at nightThe softContinue reading “These I Have Loved”
The Darkest Thought
“I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts,” said the creature. This was true. It was the source of its greatest power, and its greatest weakness. “And am I a pleasant aroma?” I asked. I walked lightly upon the tatami mats. The traditional grass and rice straw mats padded my footsteps as I movedContinue reading “The Darkest Thought”
I Don’t Say I Love You Enough
I love youI don’t say it enoughBut I hope I show it In every look and interactionWhen I wake each dayYou are my motivationWith every touch and caressWhen I look in your eyesMy heart is yours; capturedWaiting for me In the eveningTo end my long dayI love youLet me say itShowing you every day TheContinue reading “I Don’t Say I Love You Enough”
The Dark of Night
The dark of night, furthest from the dayLeads me into the darkest shadows.Where imaginations come out to play;Dance upon my mind’s dark gallows.See where the moon dare not glow.Open your eyes wide to the possibility.Prepare your heart for the gruesome showBrought to life by an unholy trinity.Me, myself and ICome for you, yours and yourself.OhContinue reading “The Dark of Night”
Weed Puff
I blow softly upon the puff of a weed. Little seeds float in the air. Carry upon the wind, to land and germinate. Soon to grow, flower and bloom. Small seed fluff, hoping for a soft exhale of air or harsh wind to blow. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem ofContinue reading “Weed Puff”
Faintly In Memories
The scent of your perfume remainsFaintly on the bed sheets where we used to layThe early morning sun streams through the curtainThin shadows form across my faceAged by each morning I wake without youI miss you, though not as much as I used toMy heartbeat echoes faintly in the room we used Your ghost stillContinue reading “Faintly In Memories”
This Shot of Whiskey
The thoughts of you float through my memoriesThis shot of whisky fuels my whimsyI want you with meI left in the morningMy stuff in my handsMy heart stayed in your handsThis shot of whisky calls your nameMy lips do the sameMy heart still lays in your handsMy mind can’t erase the image of your faceMyContinue reading “This Shot of Whiskey”
Fucking Crazy
Fucking Crazy like it’s my rightBat shit ain’t got nothing on herShe’s earned the right to the nameFucking Crazy up against the wallBent over, upside down and downside upShe’ll do it any way you can, she’s got that commandFucking Crazy because she has my heartShe’s got my dick too, in her handUp her twat, andContinue reading “Fucking Crazy”
Don’t You Forget It
I’m a poet.- So you say.But poetry is not my thing.- So you have nothing to say?It’s my caffeine kick. My jolt of coffee for a writer’s day.- So you’re addicted?Not an addiction as such,More of a medicine. Not my muse but my hit single.- Hahah You think you have hits? Have you seen -Listen.Continue reading “Don’t You Forget It”
