To Burn



To Burn


Just wonder how bad it would burn

when I watch your skirt crawl up on your thighs

followed by the hunger hidden in my eyes

when you look my way-

And I wish a story in that frozen moment

to create the lines that would let me engage

your alluring sway,

but I know the sun in your body encased

would become too much,

wondering now then if I was to touch

how bad it would burn-


“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche





Shifting oceans of your body send me adrift

with every touch and kiss I could be lost

guided only by the stars in your eyes-

My desires look for shores on your skin

solitary islands to hide myself away-

I dream of being in your arms tossed

into the fiery waves of wild desires,

a perfect place to be your castaway-


Glint of Light


Glint of Light


There is nothing I can hold forever, nothing more

than a moment, hesitating resolve to leave behind

a glint of light that shines right through

and holds me there, because of you

so lost in dreams sometimes myself I find-

Oh how I want you, I did before

but let it go, sometimes seems best

to encase my heart inside my chest

and shut my eyes to keep me blind

to a glint of light that shines right through-


Before I Met You


Before I Met You


I dreamt of you before I met you

of pale white skin and thick full thighs

I dreamt of blue trapped in your eyes

and lost control around the curve

your lips would draw into a smile

the subtle laugh I much admired

that make me wish I could preserve

my dreams of you before I met you.




“Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird,

That cannot fly.”

― Langston Hughes


red lips isolated in white



How that red will catch my eyes and torture dreams

sprouting schemes

within my wants and my desires

in tempting smiles

which paint illusions in red.

And red the color of my flame

underneath an aching pain

of dreams forgone,

but in a smile your lips prolong

a yearning look I entertain

while blindly lost in coral red.


“what red lips you have,” he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? “All the better to kiss you with, my dear,” she replied. And then their lips met.”

― Annette Curtis Klause, Blood and Chocolate

A Smile and a Look


A Smile and a Look


What to do with a smile

that you freely display?

We can play, we can play

all the games of attraction

and to flirt with reaction

to your lips soft and red

or pretend that instead

I’m a slave to your smile

What to do with a look

that you tenderly give?

I’ll relive and relive

even after your gone

by the night ‘til dawn

I will always remember

how I wish to surrender

my lone heart for a look.


January 23, 2017

“She has little innocent demons inside her eyes,

and they recklessly play with matches”






Your hair was infused with sunlight

your eyes drawn with blue from the skies

your heart tenderly forged in the flames

of the hottest fire around

and later doused with honey for it was found

that sweetness and heat mix well,

fiercely created with a powerful spell

your lips were carved on carnelian

to make men fall and claim

that anyone who to kiss them dare

with one taste will go insane.


“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
Pablo Neruda