Scores of Saturdays

A freckle danced circles around her noseLittle feet moving like a ballerinaTeeth crafting her smile into a bright starHer hair smelling of ripe strawberriesOh, how he loved her, and how she liked to danceWatching her, knowing her, consumed in a trance Dropping on the floor tired, slowly kissing her feetPicking her up gently like his […]

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The Lonely Widower

This poem is dedicated to all the people that are alone that I know, love and pray for on WordPress and the world.  This is a difficult time for everyone but those who don’t have family or friends that visit are lonely – take a chance guys and gals!  I dedicate this poem to John […]

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Riding The Years of Love

feeling you as the stars are heating our passionate nest with fiery embersreflecting on our youthful skin, and secret crimson frolics with intensitychambers in my heart, beating fast, lay unrestricted by your touchglutinous boundaries of cerulean I sail windlessly through as I clutchmy chest, like your love, at times, is so consuming, it is too […]

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Port of Call

walking on sultry air toward the lightslingering to smell the hidden sunshinestill treading so softly on these nights tacit air is where you would caress mewhere the darkness holds our imprintsinto my heart my sailor from the sea my beach house, and I did give you allawake again as bodies spent exploringin Wilmington’s once lonely […]

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Bitter Still

thorns took my youthful flesh like a fish will bite the baitbitter your words, like a dull sword in battle, way too late black roses are still black when the sun forgets to shineyouthful clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, no longer are you mine blisters form on my thighs where your kisses once did laythe sun lost […]

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The Lonely Sailor (Part 2)

For Part One click here (Reading time for Part 2 is 6 minutes and 19 seconds) Conscious of the thin sea mist that was clinging to my body, I licked my lips, tasting a hint of salt. My big browns were taking in an exciting array of individuals walking around the boardwalk. Among the men, […]

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The Artist

We live in between our own anxious, gasping breaths, On wonderland that is neither somewhere or nowhere, Up and down lies carefully on its side and dares to think, Within our creative cells and tortured thoughts derive, Pen, brush, music, and lens we work to capture the eyes, Expressing our images with the naked utter […]

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