I wake up every morning
believing yesterday does not matter
believing all that is needed
a break through
new and bright
something to look forward to
something to work towards
then comes consciousness
reality
and it's so fucking exhausting
the theft and lies
the beat downs
the dreams that will never come true
the face of those I smile with
even when they ( Read more... )

I buried my toes
in the sand
and discovered
they fit
the rushing
the crashing
I am in the swim.

I dream you every night, my virtuoso love.
You slide in to my operatic soul
conducting my secret symphonies
a sheet shared only with you.

Bouts, neck, ribs and cords played sweetly, lovingly
by lips, tongue and fingers refined
till clusters spill o'er my pages.

Baritonal growls stir dynamics
orchestrating my acappella sighs
a celestial aria I ( Read more... )

Love is...

Fathers who abandon their children
in hard times
leaving them behind to suffer the madness
of mothers whose nurturing touch is made of punches and kicks
bleeding backs, slaps and I wish I never had yous
small circular scars that still reek of burnt flesh
and daughters who hold their place as gods, how ever undeserved.

Love is...

Stepfathers ( Read more... )

I got what I asked for
life
euphoria was never promised
descending from
into position
understood and accepted
opportunities for now
when all is said and done
a ticket back
and in between
another chance.

cut
like you were taught
forgive
like I believe.

I woke to the twining of fingers
snaking beneath warm blankets
following the arching of my leg
risen slightly
gliding curves
dividing valleys
in search of rivers
warm breezes burrow
kissing through locks of autumn
whispering I love you
as we lay
bodies pressed and curled
twined and penetrating
drifting off together
I think
how much I love when you come home ( Read more... )

It's been a wet week
droughted only by the empty bottle on the kitchen table
the three in the trash
and the liquor store closed for another five hours.
It's after three and I got this nagging ringing in my ear
something about soul mate.
Eh, rub a little I knew it was too good to be true on it
cover it with some there's no such thing as love and it' ( Read more... )

Well that sucked.  Being without internet for over two weeks is a pain in the ass when it comes to trying to catch up.  Just got finished with emails today.  And I am soooo not in to it.  I have to force myself to take part on my own site.  How screwed up is that.  Been around and caught up a little.  Damn I'm glad I didn't miss Cutters featured ( Read more... )

I will not ask
ever again
from anyone
what I am willing to give
everything
is simply too much