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…
Category: Mature
Live on Spillwords Press, My Poem, “Melding into You”
your generous lips a pathway to warmth, in which I submerge sweet our exchange like a cinnamon roll dripping in soft yellow butter deriving sensations, as I enter your mouth drowning in you lost again in our movements, we are dripping like the candle by the bed blue notes tiptoe on your torso; I am…
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…
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…
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…
Merpeople
(A Follow Up to A Tale of Two Widows https://the-inner-child.com/2019/11/22/a-tale-of-two-widows) Reading time for this piece one minute and thirty-three seconds. Dark Crimson is mindfully mingling withthe full moon’s daunting and luminous light.As my clotting blood was slow to tricklefrom my slender ring less fingers tonight.An enigma of my existence to theMerpeople which I did so…
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,…
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…
AM Ballet
Whisking the eggs, opening drawers, the movement of feet, Along with the sounds of crinkling plastic as he opens the bread, The pampering is about to begin as this wife is about to be fed. Then sizzling comes when egg-soaked bread hits the hot pan, I cozy up to the pillows behind my head and…
Beautiful Young Pin Cushion
Have you ever sensed it The poisonous sting of another? Piercing clothes, skin, muscle and bones Needles poking, pushing deeply into your eyes Looking away does naught to soothe the tender flesh. Burning bushes of anger deep inside you suddenly awakened Fraught with insecurities laid there deep-rooted by another And intense is the passion of…