Ra, his way to Honoria's bed is found

Ra, his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.

And Honoria
lay
legs akimbo along his length
exhausted
as the morning slinks
between closed curtains;

no sleep or little
too many hands at work
brushing soft
against her glory wet
as she herself
tugs and moans
and the hours grey.

Oh these two that touch
desire deep
laugh and smile,
one would think…

yet Love,
sparks not profound.

Still,
amidst their search, Ra
his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.

freedom

Woke up
detached
today free
Edinburgh in my smile.

Why not?
No lover holds me here.

Pushed my nose deep
into too warm flannel
craved sleep
to take me
just a little longer…

No lover.

No lover holds me here.

as they tend the fields fertile

Honoria leans along
the balustrade
in a long white gown
gathered
between her legs
baring smooth thighs
high up
and a bit of hip
feet swinging
slow.

Honoria watches
shirtless men
as they tend
the fields fertile.

she lets you

Midnight
twilight
too far past dusk
to be appropriate

you call her
you ask her
you beg her

darlin' can I come
to you
darlin' can I come

And the moon in her eyes
never sees the lies

only knows

you call her
you ask her
you beg her

you want her

she lets you.

Cowgirls cain't never hide from Electric Demons' fire

Armor rent
lance broken, old six gun smokin',
burnin' scars in one hand.
Electric Demons laughin' fire.
The Cowgirl takes a bow
retreats from the field
of play
and drags down the lane
her heart heavy behind
like a sack a kittens
ready for the river;
boots kickin' up the dust
as she spurs her sweetness
too slow ahead,
and thinks…
It's as good a time as any
for a nap in the shade…

she loves anyway

Bright and warm
to her
her lovers lend
strong their arms
or lean
their length

and when away
more evident
the lack of
the heat they
deprive.

Though cool nights
relished, she
sleeps alone,

eves in their arms
etched sweet
in twilight dreams;

words
flesh
drifting
in and out of sleep
too aware
of the body beside
or their leaving
too soon.

And her heart?
loves them all
sorely, restless,
confused;
the one that drifts
the one that won't be
the one as yet
undefined,

but all
that rarely call.