The Dual faces of love

  surrounded in a cloud of light bluesleeping with warming visions of youtrailing through the vast desert for dayslicking yearning lips, as I am thinking of waysof indulging all your deepest desires, guarding my pacewhile gently caressing every square inch of your beautiful face The Dual Faces of Love seeking you among the red dunespromises […]

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Loving the Rough Edges

Specks of dust glide in slow motion while a hypnotic dance performs within the light of the morning sun. Eyes dry filled with fairy dust, collecting their magic in a blue silk bag. Your strong arms, now stretching deliberately they pull my willing body close.  In the distance, a lawnmower is cutting nature’s carpet as […]

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A Life of Jazz and Love

do you remember biting my bottom lipwe consumed one another bit by bit you asked me if I loved you just a little rubbing my smell on your hat, I played you like a fiddle lifting me in the air with your armsI drank a bottle full of your charms I look in the mirror at […]

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Thirst for Desire

sun shining faultless upon her poreless, pale skinfashion sparkles like rare diamonds, her face fragmenteddew clings from thin rose-pink hair like last night’s ignited loverrising from her long arms, creating orange reflections that still hover winds call the sea as a mother seal summons her pupexemplifying her like a peerless halo in pure unconstrained lovehis […]

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Sunday’s Hay Field

  sadness is a raw wound wrapped in bandagesliving in the thought of a picnic without dancing antsa family carrying a basket with lost Sundays and sandwiches listening to the radio, pretending to dancebitter the old man who can no longer stand to eat corntoothless, he remembers the river swallowing a closing glance his son, […]

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His Love is Far Reaching

pounding heartbeats, the torrid sun drying blue blood, which drips as silently as Damascus sighs, my blood rides on the Crimson-winged Finch in the Holy Lands, we sit in the shade of the immense fig tree, meeting me here too long ago, a human turning inside out, each time you touch my lines where a […]

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