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The thing is, I love her but I can't do anything about it. This trap is exacting and permanent and will kill any semblance of a calm life...if I step into it. She knows how I feel now. That makes it worse. Most days I am able to ignore my hearts request. Then there are the days like today. I wake up feeling lonely and cold and I remember her face and the intimate conversations when we shared things no one else knows. She has invited me to reach, to touch, to explore, but that would mean cross...

My word lover’s desire lies on linen. She smears ink and strong coffee on my soul leaving me stained. I dip my quill into those encounters. Inspirations succor for this poets heart; memories traced are my art. Wishes left dangling are what I write; those ink dreams taste bittersweet. Word lover comes late. She leaves me drained; stained by the brew that lingers for others to taste.

beast beat pounds physical limits to power look at me daddy i can make you sweat wake up brother he’s asleep walking beast beat pounds new shapes in minds beast beats sweetness in shadow sliding shafts of luminous flame put up your hands to praise her beast beats light to life beast holds hearts to touch smell her passing muse taste the drops of her passion beast holds life to show beast clicks time to stillness pretty eyes hold future to shape cry in release for the dream she gives beast ca...

Sailors tarry marooned in madness Aground and broken seaward urging I ply the groggy mead to contested virgins. Flailing wet they suck sweet, sweet vapor. Why, oh why, did tonight come here? Where will my wandering lead me after? When will soft lilies care for me? A mystery’s matter Serving lady’s frothy platter careening Smoky heads, broken reefs. Fly me to a river kind silky purveyor. Fly me moonward lady of tainted dances. I stopped into a little creek along the river Tadpoles and maggot w...

I ate the biscuit though mother said to leave it After the crumbs fell I ran from the room, naked in my grief Sunlight’s declaration stood me in the lineup while nagging mothers Wagged lingering fingers, “Jam and no biscuit, jam and no biscuit You little shit”. Mommy, flog my conscience with your ladle Spike my punch with the Munchkins and Dorothy While I eat rice crispy dreams and drink unsweetened lemons Here on the floor of my youthful memories Mother said not to eat the biscuit Like the ...

Go sit near the piano Let me see your colors and textures as music Take your place in the rainbow Fly like a flock of doves (in) Choral sunlight Radiate visions (of) Peace and hopefulness Let us praise the woman of life Take that cup of cool water Offer it to me Sing in a chorus of angels joyfully alive Stand in the sun You are radiant truth (my lady) Take down that book of poems and hold it near your heart (sweetness) Join gentle history made for lovers Earth’s precious produce Touch poor he...

This lady is complete in her love for me. She touches me gently as if not to scare the little boy hiding within. She understands me, holds her hands to mine and tells me, "That's okay baby. I understand, let it go honey...I love you sweetness". Soft pillows and fragrant bed, soft breasts and willing heart, she is my earth, my soil, my ground to till and my home to build. When I was a young man this world started to twist me inside. I ran away. I hid my heart. I feared to show myself. She let ...