My Poems

Brilliant.

Brite.

And suddenly dead.

With only the whimper of a pale latern.

Glowing dimly among darkened hues.

Waning the deep chasmed lots.

Wanting.

Enough to fill the world.

Yet I am.

As a wave against the rock

I leave my pieces.

I wish it to be a comfort

To know the pebbles

Wherever they may go.

But to pass is still a gift

Of the current

I had the notion

That love had made

In the nightly keen air

Is where we shall have our affair,

Beneath the blanket of starry light

Flickering and perhaps too bright,

As the dunes of your skin

Shift to the rhythms of our sin.

Licking and kissing

Become the heat of our marrow,

Your phallus red

As the breast of a sparrow.

The cold dare not touch us

For fear of catching our lust

And setting the skies aflame

I walked the world

With only one shoe.

Never knowing,

I needed two.

One gloved hand

Out in the cold

"That’s why you shiver",

So I am told.

One eye for looking,

In my head.

"You are blind",

So they said.

One heart is enough,

Or so I did think.

Until I saw you,

Down at my feet.

Lacing a shoe

onto my bare skin,

I wondered

Where it had been.

Slipping your fingers

Into mine

Replacing the warmth

I had lost to time.

My heart began beating

Louder than before.

It beat so much

It began to get sore.

Then I saw you,

And I knew,

With every part of my mind,