Sunday, July 18, 2010


He lays her down on a soft white duvet,
a field of fresh snow.
His face taut with hunger he allows his
eyes to wander across all that is her.
It is her lips, red, full and wet.
Bending his head down he drinks in
his fill and finds himself wanting more.
The creamy column of her neck, the
swell of her breasts.
To her lips he returns.
He stays to fill his soul.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Blood Work

she is buffeted by the strong winds of
change. Scattered about as dandelion
fluff in a raging storm.
Vision blurred to time and space, she
reaches. Hands spread out to feel..
anything, something.
Shaking and dizzy. Each tremble a
tiny but shattering vibration.

All that she needs, desires, she cannot
grasp. She no longer understands these
emotions. Like everything else in her
shortened life, they are gone.

What she does know,what she feels
churning in her soul,
is the one thing remaining.
This is blood work. No more, none less.

Sunday, July 11, 2010


But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Strangers up close

It never began, so it cannot be over.
Playful words, hands...
Creating tension unrestricted.
Hollow eyes seeking potential,
Grim and infinitely desirable.

We've been here before, you and I.
Beside us, inside us, beyond us.
And now....sublime chimeras.

Strangers, eye to eye.