Eating curry and Orange chicken That stuff you said You had In Thailand Hot tea Sticky rice We made back when We took the leftovers Home But before we could Do that We drove for A few hours Looking for a gas station All the while we poked And prodded each other On the lateContinue reading “Out With”
Category Archives: March Era (III)
Black and White Mocha
Black and white I wish I could Try As slight As you can But you still Had to teach me About the poor man’s Mocha It’s as close as I can Make For you Without White chocolate powder To make drop coffee And put cocoa powder in With almost no creamer Not as competent asContinue reading “Black and White Mocha”
In Withdrawal
This feeling A last wish From a sinful kiss As I leave you Slowly Slowly As I feel you Warmth slipping away An ecstatic grip From your lips As your body begs Me not to go away But to continue kissing Forever If we could We would slowly Kiss Forever
Fragments
A rare sight In the cloud’s hazy light Which scatters down The mountainside Obscuring its tallest peaks And making the base Seem impossibly steep Glittering wet Blackberry vines On the side Of the freeway Grey all around Rain like stars We could be Driving on a Nebula highway With no point Of reference But theContinue reading “Fragments”
Queenly
You seem so Far above me So queenly Queening upon me Holding your hands French kissing you Intimately Deep and passionate You veil me In your shade Your scent And sensation on my Tongue A lush luscious Carnation In the dark Bold and proud Efflorvesced It is what makes Royalty This ornate crown Your royaltyContinue reading “Queenly”
A Point of Defiance
As an island rising Above the horizon In an ocean of Mist and fog Mountain’s base is Radiating with Higher peaks still Obscured Like a point defying And shying away Into the abyssal blue Into the choked sky At the edge of A valley An inland empire In a great canyon Hearing the void SunContinue reading “A Point of Defiance”
Pick Up Line
You’re Hotter than A Fresh print
Teardrop Shapes
The way you look On top of me You’re my nicotine It’s dim inside But your shapes Stand out You’re all the feeling I’m feeling Experience itself Teardrop hips And narrow lines When you rise And stretch above me I can feel The scars On your back From when You had wings
Statues Watching
A copse of tall bark Stands stark Leaves waving in Breeze Giants rooted in the dirt Statuesque trees Looking over us Like gargoyles With knotted eyes they spy Upon those in their grove Still and Stoic in watching
Self Destruct
I would probably Self destruct If you weren’t around You save me from myself When I think for myself And you’re the one Who comes up from Behind the wall To see what trouble I’ve gotten into And you untangle me From my mess Assist and wait for me To be in distress Again YouContinue reading “Self Destruct”
