And I Let Him Go

Seeing him lying
On the carpet floor
In the dim lit room
Staring at white clean ceiling
I try to imagine
What is he seeing?
What is he thinking?
And the tears
And the music he choose
To listen to
A lonely song
Not too sad
But lonely
And yearning
He don’t look at me
Yet I know he knows
I am looking
And I am curious
And I remember
The tiny purple parrot
purchase years ago
And my Mama warn
“One day the cage will open
And the bird will go!
And I see my lover
Crying secret tears
Water flowing his face
To the floor
And I open the bedroom door
And let him go.

I Had Him Last Night

I had him last night
In a hush secret session
Moving like quick sand

Sinking heated passion
Dipping
Tumbling
Rising
Falling
Behind the dim lit stand
Of orange grape fruit
And the sound of patrol
Boots moving around
Corner bend Belay road

I had him last night
But only for a while
Two minutes in a sleepless night
Returning to dream of him tonight

Praises to the Penis

All praises to the penis
Supernatural toy.
gods of the earth
To you I bow

I won’t raise
My hand to say grace
But I will warn

Your time is now!

While you are standing
Take advantage
Choose your goddess
Time is running out
Take your place
Claim ownership
Of the garden you once lost

A Cold Day In December

A cold day in December
Ice on the ground
Snow covers skeletal trees
Wind picks up a speed
blow wherever it please

Hands on the windowpane
Fingernails scribbling your name
On a frozen sheet of glass

And you out there
In the cold looking up.
Snowflakes on your face
Head position to the right,
motioning me to come outside

Observing your lips
I read the words
“ I love you!”
from the mouth
My heart is warm
And I come out
I come out to taste
Your wine chill lips

Touch And Let Go

Sapphire blue
moving between us two
Wrapped in your cradle
stealing from your owner;
ur soft stencil lips

Hands grip to your hip
Bodies gently touching
swaying like rock a bye babies
To the rhythm of moving water
Lips pressing, tongue launching
into warm waiting mouth.

Waves stirring atop Irish spring
aromatic fresh blue water.
Men by the shore beating drums
Calling for love to come down

Wrapped in your cradle
Swaying like rock a bye babies
Wet tongue kissing,bodies dancing
to the melody of the drums
And I know,this is a one time fun

A touch and let go
Tomorrow you’ll be gone
And the sea will whisper our secret
in a language known not to humans
And forever we’ll remember
This day of touch and let go

Craving

Observing you from afar
My mind ventures,
Aesthetic thoughts.
Body ripens;
Season sweet pine.
Over time yellow,
Soft and ready.
Built in flavour savour,
Relishing my own essence.
Intense thinking
Thoughts a new
Of what I’d like to do
And wanting
But not now
Still fantasying
Taking it slow.
Refusing to move
Longer I wait,
more I savour.
Sautee meat,
Triggering bone
To sip the juice.
Holding the sap,
on my tongue
Wanting to spill
To squeeze in your mouth
My tongue

AND WANTING.

Wanting
Is my secret craving

A Rose

A woman’s soul is a delicate rose

That cries out for love

Close intimacy to keep breathing

Happy thoughts to keep believing

A scent of essence in the bed

Wake up in the morning new day ahead

A soul when it is touched, caress

When hands have contact the body for sex

The soul grows into a precious flower

Petals brightens the manicure garden

The watering hose pours more love

To the soaring, aromatic dove

of a flower. A baby rose fed and grow

thru love from the soul