So clever - Except when it counts

I live through dreams - in ink

Once I traveled to a far off place Just to see what I could see Wondering what in this moving world Would ever become of me And as I wandered, I stopped upon A darkly night robed street The kind of place where you never know Who or what you’ll meet And as I stood in the shadows deep A woman came to me Trailing sights from the future fair Asking if I wanted to see And as I stood I wondered brief Would I want to see? Would I believe the future fair, If she showed it to me? She whispered soft in...

I find myself, back turned, Listening to the rustle of your leaving One last glance brushes Across the back of my neck, as if You’d actually touched me. A ritual we have devised No fears, no breath, no goodbyes No final words, not even Temporary ones to bide us until The next time that we meet. I can feel you, hovering, Wanting so to whisper something But wanting no words To lie between us should we never Meet again. Turning my head, I smile A soft, gentle goodbye, spoken with The only langua...

I’ve seen the eyes of the darkest night And felt its eerie breath The sliding touch of its too cold hands Has brought me close to death But in the arms of these nightmare nights I find the most perfect dreams Joy and pain and love and delight But nothing is quite what it seems Dreaming soft and dreaming sweet I stumble in my sleep And all my dreams become my life And I’m captured somewhere deep Somewhere far in the distance I catch a glimpse of the man The one who knows what our dreams are An...

I awakened once in the worst of ways Left hanging off of a cliff It’s then I decided to change careers Hunting treasure was leaving me stiff I looked around for my tomb raiding stuff But they’d left me nary a tool So I dangled a mile above the earth Cursing myself for a fool “Try to make sure they don’t see you,” I mimicked my boss’s words And then I remembered thinking That was the craziest thing I’d heard I had slipped like a ghost through Pakistan Stolen loot from the grandest tombs Crept ...

The moon breathes light to another place It has turned its back on me It knows I’ve seen the darkest of nights And that’s where I like to be The shadows lie softly along my skin The fingerprints of the night Have etched themselves into my soul Weaving dark into the light Here in the midst of the midnight mist Dreams of the past have come Vernal leaves have dropped their hue The whole world begins to hum And here in the darkness begins the dance The tales of the seasons past The wind pirouette...

Oh, sweet night, I pray Bear witness to me here I come with hope aloft And one I hold so dear Whispering dreamers come Listening to the air Basking in the night And the love of one so fair Oh, warm breeze, I beg Abate my bleeding heart Tether me back together Where I am breaking apart Murmuring dreamers reach Caress the sultry night Stirring air surrounds me Held firmly in the light Oh, dark heaven, I scream Lift me up into thy bower Dangle me above the earth And let me see thy power Frantic ...

I like your voice - how just a whisper can get me off. I like how you hurt me when I want you to – no second thoughts, no recriminations, no qualms, and I like how I don’t have to ask for it out loud. I like how you let me scream when I come, and whisper when I’m angry, and you don’t try to moderate either one. I like how you put me right where I need to be, whether it’s on my knees in front of you, or standing over top of you. I like the lips that kiss me; the hands that punish me; the cock ...

Grave 4 I am drawn back to the graveyard yet again. My last visit was so disturbing I could not see myself coming here anymore. When I woke this morning, I could feel someone summoning me. I had no choice. To the graves I went. My next stop was far enough from Marcus that I should have never even noticed him, but the moment I entered the sheltering copse of trees around the graves I could feel his presence. I strode to the next grave and deliberately turned my back to the man who’d made me fe...