Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A Rose

A woman’s soul is a delicate rose
That cries out for love

Close intimacy to keep breathing
Happy thoughts to keep believing

A scent of essence in the bed
Wake up in the morning new day ahead

A soul when it is touched, caress
When hands have contact the body for sex

The soul grows into a precious flower
Petals brightens the manicure garden

The watering hose pours more love
To the tall, tighten aromatic dove

of a flower. A baby rose fed and grow
thru love from the soul

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Kissed By The Sun

People say the sun has kissed them
But how can the sun kiss someone
Would not their lips be burnt brick?
Stripping, cracking layers peeling
Sore mouths, lipstick bleeding

Could another lip touch such a lip?
Not a greasy one
Nor a warm one
But a freezing mouth wanting,
to be thawed with a fiery kiss.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

My Lips

My lips are red
Flushed and swell
Larger hospitable
soft and comfortable

And moist
A plunge of the tongue
Exchange of saliva

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Tied And Wrapped In Sorrows

Tied and wrapped in sorrows
Brain fighting madness
Eyes blindfold layers of cobweb
Hands cuffed- holding nothing.
Shackled feet
Cant move forward
Spirit glue to my lover’s passing.