Poems
Friday, April 4, 2025
Free bird November 13, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2025
The knight of night Sept 30, 2012
What is it that so attracts her thus if not a ring of gold
on her finger or the fence that keeps the mowed lawn contained
does she love for the sake of love or is love simply not
enough, and who would be the waking soul if she could have he wants, it all,
the arm around her when she drifts to sleep still there when the morning light peeps
in, and who would be the person invited, someone who is heart is so beknighted,
the face that would not fade in time but remain as potent as to remind her how
good a lover can be at last, as to compare with those of the past, that it is
all so astounding that the face she sees at night is still around when the
morning bells toll and her gaze still
fully adores, can she really find such a man, someone she can keep near at hand,
that indeed would astound, if he could really be found
Melted metal September 15, 2014
the screech of loud guitar
Eyes as gateway to… Jan 11, 2015
I can escape her eyes, even in memory, like an open
invitation to a party where I do not belong, eyes a gateway to more than just
her soul, to the rest of her. to her slanted mouth I take an invitation to a
kiss. she most likely doesn't mean. or to her perky breasts I ache to hold as I
mount her, this dream is memory, all coming from that look, from her gaze, eyes
that swallow me whole, making me want to get in on the other side to see what
she sees when she looks at me, The uninvited guest to a party that is for
anyone else but me, eyes clinging to
that residue of desire, maybe fear, always doubtful of my intentions, waiting
and watching to see what I might do next
Asbury Park 9/13/14
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Fits like a glove Jan 10, 2015
It fits like a glove only it is not a glove, and I use more
than my fingers to fill it, drawn in, feeling each inch inside, like a glove
that is not a glove, and I swell to fill it, and still feel the need to feel
more, to fill it up with all of me, and all that I can get pumped out of me,
the in and out of it, tight, tighter still, and deeper, a pain cure for a pain
I feel each time, the need to release it, yet never too soon, edging in,
teasing the tip before I can make it fit, like a glove that is not a glove, a
place filled with more than just my fingers or my tongue, tight tighter still,
drawing me in so deep I cannot get out, never want to ,going in and in more,
feeling how tight it can get around me
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Zen September 13, 2014
bringing up or down
on no altimeter