A
Something this way whispers
In the dawn of night’s kiss softly,
Easing in unlike the infatuate verve
That consumes.

B
Fishy pushes tight
Against the little heater I bought.
I worry when he is still too long if
He is getting ready to die.
Don’t go fishy, don’t
Make me flush you.

C
A name is just a name but it recalls
Memories of another so recently
Gone. And the other name?
It suits you better but how odd
The sound tripping off tongues
Of passion or even sweet resolve.

I
I wear
My skirts high,
My legs long and
My toes painted with
Bright sunshine.
I jiggle
When I walk,
Laugh lightly
When I talk and
Hum softly
When I kiss.
I turn
My face toward
The sun and bask
In the brave new day.
Mmm, la la,
Life is sweet.

II
Switch

I am the Top that sought
Another that could in trust
Allow me to be the bottom.
Hold me down without
Controlling. I was sure I
Sought this yet smooth like
Ichikyoo some guy snuck by
And opened the door. Always
Evolving, I stepped through.

III
Crush…

…a cool simmer
Just below the flesh
Above the heart
Smooth like the low
Groove of Goth
In a slow grind
On one shot
Flowing tactilely into
The depths of you.

idealist

I long to sleep my days
Away in the warmth and glowing
Of validation, admiration,
Respect and desire.

Is that so much to ask
Of a life hit hard?
Of a tender heart that never
Caved but laughed instead
In a sweetness graced
By starlit hope...

She ease back
Independence letting
The man
Do his thing,
Chair, door, dinner.
While
Her hands smell
Like the flesh
She touch last night
She go
About her day
Humming.
Mmm, la la.

Sleep to my eyes late did the way find,
Elusive was the solace of night
Come only in the early morn hours when
I did rise to seek the day’s resolve.
Bone tired in quietude I ache the hours away.

Morning passes to noon and I am fair parched
In thought of your embrace warm.
How curious the emotions your logic did rouse.
I had not thought myself in need
Until the noting of what was indeed lacking.

The thirst, the quest set aside a while in lieu of life
For all I want is to write and love
Then die knowing I did achieve the best of it.
With fall the pilgrimage will come
Again in hopefully more tranquil a setting.

Soft the heart sinks lost in worry
She is afraid but won’t reach out

Echoing against tides unturned
She wonders of the willing there.

To the touch with eyes closed
Forms fit and she feels fine.