Understanding the moment.

Understanding the foreplay,

an intimate coffee shop

with bodies pressed together

for warmth outside.

 

Rich bitter pill of coffee

for heating the inside.

A smile shared

for warming the heart

and perhaps other parts.

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So is it middle C,

solitary key on the piano

that resonates

within the soul?

Or is a love letter,

perhaps faded and tattered,

maybe stained with tears?

 

There is no tomorrow,

there is no yesterday,

and today is draped in black.

There is only night,

the middle of the night… Read full post »

I went to reply

to her reply.

A missive passed between lovers.

Casual lovers,

just a little more than friends

with benefits.

Except we haven’t really

found what the benefits are yet.

Sometimes I hope, though.

But I went to reply,

typing out my heart

making sure I edited in my… Read full post »

It's all about the words.

I hear more when I am silent.

No matter what she thinks, I do care...a lot.

Strange how the mirror ripples
ripples when I touch it.
Strange how my face triples
in the pain.
Wait. That should be pane.
Weary in the night.
Teary in the night.
No tears were shed
in making my mind up.
Turning my bed down.
Turning my life upside down.
Reaching to the right
for that pillow
that hit the floor.
T…

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She giggled a little,

talking about her new grandchild.

Until I broke her focus

and she said,

“Yes right there!”

Having done this with her for a year

or twenty,

that came as no surprise.

Then she giggled again,

(not quite so sweetly)

and I found the pillow

which I crushed… Read full post »

I

 

Which mask would you like me to wear
today?
I wear one even when naked.
Especially when naked.
Or when I rage
quietly.
I'd never rage out loud,
gives them knowledge they've upset
me.
Desire I might unmask.
But then again,
I have the mask marked for that
as well.
My best mask, though,
is the one I save for/… Read full post »

I can always turn the innocous into smut.  A discussion on much one can bend and flex form poetry turns into something...different.  So a Sonnet becomes something from the Karma Sutra.

 

 

 

So is it ritual?
A formula for desire,
or desire constrained by a formula.

As she b… Read full post »

Some Time 

How many years,
how many tears.
But it’s not been all tears.
She may not giggle quite as much
(unless she’s drinking wine),
but she smiles on occasion,
and when she does
you hear the ringing laughter,
silent, but so effective.
Erasing years and cares and sorrows
as if they never exi… Read full post »

Per Stellaa’s request:  

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Some words for lovers.  Thoughts for the upcoming valentines day.  Be warned, some words are more prurient that others, so if that offends, then best to stop reading now.   The foll… Read full post »

Always with a kiss.
Hello.
Goodbye.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
That, and expressive eyes.
That is how I always think of her.
Lying quietly in my bed at night,
too tired to do anything,
too awake to sleep.
Not wanting to search my soul,
at least not too deeply.
I talk of kisses
and avoid mentioning the hugs.
Because it… Read full post »

straight-laced razor

sings lullabies

to a satin draped stiletto

dyed red wine

taste a drop

as it ponders and falls

quiet noise that breaks the silence

of a pool of water

shimmer black

twined in peace

shatter war daydreams

of tomorrow

sweet sorrow

melancholy nightmares

of what might have been

might… Read full post »

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snapshot memories
porno movies that never seem to end
along with my erection
at least the one in my mind
perpetual
sweat
darkness lures me into the night
knocking on doors
really tapping quietly
not wanting anyone to know
that she said yes
not remembering the number on the house
only that there was a th… Read full post »

Where this started and where it finished are so polarized.  I think there is a smuttier version of my thoughts yet to come.  But the words have a mind of their own and sometimes you have to shrug your shoulders and just let them out to play.

 

 

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Is sincerity a misplaced virtue?
As I scrabble around for stones
to throw
at the cataclysm,
ignore my rants of outrage,
my pants of desire,
they are one and the same.
Sage or fool.
Sagacious fool.
Fool scented by herbs
waiting to be braised
by heat of two bodies
tempered by kinetic friction.
Yes, tempers rise in… Read full post »

One thousand fucking pardons.
Slow turn
on stiletto heel.
Strange how expressive her eyebrows are,
listing my many flaws
with a single glance.
No words spoken
beyond a single sigh.
It's not as if desire
had come to stay
anyway.

Don’t add to my delusion.

Or is that an illusion that you make

for me to dispel

with my lack of desire.

 

Lack of desire.

There is no lack

although I aspire

to more than my body can give

 

any more.

Any less than what is required

becomes a frustration,… Read full post »

So I find myself at a crossroads,

not knowing which way to go.

No signs to point my way,

no traffic to follow.

No, I’m not at that crossroads.

I’m not close to Rosedale

and I never could play guitar

or sing the blues.

I may have sold my soul to… Read full post »

I

as a man breathes through a horn
natural to a syncopated beat
melding a tone
through a cigarette haze
gin me, baby
let it slide
gin me, baby
let it glide on down my throat
speak easy to me laughter
smell of sweat and weed
smell of sweat and need
there is no sorrow
only blues

II

 I don't drink about t… Read full post »

Not to ignore our other cravings,
we begin to explore.
Weep with me for a moment.
Do you taste the melancholy
of the kitchen? Past warmth
sacrificed in the heat of the moment.

The taste of Snickerdoodle cookies
still haunts me to this day.
Her occasional unexpected treat
haunts me with that sense of spice.
And… Read full post »

So is a smile
all shiny new and desire
dangling from her fingers.
Spin the locket.
Counter-rotating desires mixed with lust.
Shadowed entry into the room.
Or is that entree,
knowing I have a craving to satisfy,
with a taste
of her cuisine.
It is all in timing the disturbance,
as I find her breasts distracting c… Read full post »

I’d like to go to bed,

wake tomorrow,

find it is all a bad dream.

Dream that it is,

bad as it is,

I am not really sure

when I started dreaming.

When the dream turned

into the shadowed figure

it has become.

 

Sins of the father

Sins of my father.… Read full post »