Envy with a shade of green lands

briefly on a bared branch

left exposed to loveless days,

stripped of flowers it sways

in the wind needing hands

to tender care-

Yours like wings

flew across my addle wants

when I yearn for the warmth

of the sun in your hair

to sprout love

like it blooms in your eyes

with a name not my own.

In disguise

my attraction won’t dare,

for a smile it is known

to grow hope

on a branch left exposed

to the winds of despair-



A Wounded Bird


A Wounded Bird


Shapes of dark feathers perfectly aligned

against the sky marked a path south

where winter’s lips coldly kiss the clear night-

And your eyes tell me it is time

to spread wings and plan your flight

to new horizons where summer’s heat

will match your wish for freedom

while left behind in a drouth

of dreams a goodbye kiss-

And cold approaching fast reminds me

a promise made some time ago

when kisses fresh the excitement fed

in moments perfect for each other

and hoped my arms help you forget

a golden cage left open-

But now your eyes will look away

into a place your heart will hold

whereas my arms so frail and old

cannot embrace what you now seek,

so spread your wings

my wounded bird I will not speak

but let you go

to summer days awaiting you

while here I’ll stay in winter’s cold-


This poem was inspired by a dream. Dark hair tied into a bun, pale skin, pensive eyes she looked towards the sky where the birds flying south left a longing in her eyes. I knew then I needed to let her go. I woke up feeling sad with a sense of loss.

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”

― Leonardo da Vinci

Ghost Story


Ghost Story


I do not believe in ghosts you see

the end to be the end of all we are

if the flesh do not remember once rotten

and dust to dust it turns-

But how wrong to believe all forgotten

when my rhymes followed death

and recalled someone close in a dream.

Someone far in my years, an encounter

of slithering thighs and the steam

left from nights of kisses and sex.

I must confess

she remained in my mind ever since

 and long after gone.

So I wrote about her and the flesh

that my memories bounded

in my words and my rhymes.

It was April and back a few years

when it happened and found

that the night I recall

was a full blood red moon.

Laying down for the night done and tired

only took but a minute to sleep

and  found myself dreaming of her.

Hard I was like a tent pushing up on my sheets

while I kissed and I touched all asleep

in my dream and so real it seemed

almost feeling her breasts in my hand

when she straddle and sat

letting go as I entered her full

and the rocking and pushing so deep

that I felt like I could no more stand

and I screamed loud enough

for my neighbors to hear

when I gushed and I slushed

coming out of my dream

to my own ghoulish horror to find

I was straddle across by a something in white

with red devilish eyes

and she smiled when my fear

froze me right to my bed

while she moved fast and steady

and a voice resonating straight out of hell

she just whispered in my ear

“take me hard from behind”

Now, I can tell you already it is hard to remember

all the events of that night

but I swear I can see her sometimes

with her devilish eyes

so I think of cute puppies and kittens and flowers

at the moment I’m falling asleep

to keep her away from my intimate dreams

for I know that she waits as she touches and moans

for my hardness to straddle

and to jump on my bones-


Just having fun, happy Halloween!

Double Pleasure


Double Pleasure


She lies in between two lovers,

four caressing hands

with heat rising to her wants

a fusion of kisses under the covers.

What a delightful sin to commit

a daring act of pleasure as she submit

to every exquisite desire

fulfilling her fantasy to acquire

two lovers to quench her fire.


“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.” 
― Homer, The Iliad

Your map


Your Map


I was following the bluish lines behind your neck

your moon pale skin became a map

I wished I could somehow traverse across your back

and follow paths that lead to heavens-

And then you smiled

like if you knew somehow I had

these thoughts in mind

while sitting close, so close behind

to smell your scent

and see the map so clear aligned

with bluish trails

I wished to follow across your back-


“Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.”

― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Ghosts of Ashbury High





Fleeting wish to capture and keep you

my beautiful butterfly

wild and free among the blossoms,

I dream to lure you away from a majestic life

into my eager hands

selfishly hiding you from others

to touch your wings

and smear your colors of desire

all over my soul-


“She is like a butterfly,

Beautiful to look at

But hard to catch.”

― Nikki Rowe


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Let’s exchange our passion

and compare flames burning deep within-

We can sooth our longing on each other’s skin

without any promises,

we can scorch each other without any ashes

left for sifting through.

And I know your flames burn hotter than mine

for I seen your glow far across the sky

so let’s swap our heat and become entwined

in a molten bed burning our desires

where you’ll come to find

our equal yearning

will be satisfied-



“Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.”

― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus