memories of White Lake, pour over me like a cloud shedding its fluidthe lake of glass, glistening in the sun, reflecting silent laughterlooking at your toes underneath this cooling mirror, I sighthe rough wooden pier that stretches out, as a second summer daycalling my name, like a silk scarf longing to feel fingers touchingmusic lingers … Continue reading Leaving Again
My eyes drift to paradise where angels dwellBashfully soft notes of a flute wafting gently overOcean's waves playing hypnotizing heart tunesRhythmic sounds changing as the small chasmOf my instrument seals with sea's thick saltLids closing blind my nose now my compassSmells of sweat and sandalwood intoxicatingWarm touches both soothing and arousingGardenia and lavender mixes with … Continue reading My Compass
Please celebrate with me my first published work on a great magazine, Spillwords Press. I am grateful to the publishers for featuring, My Paso Fino, my latest work. You can read it here My Paso Fino. To see additional artists and their work, please check out Spillwords Press here Spillwords Press.
(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 … Continue reading Merpeople
Crimson cheeks and curled confusion, you wear upon your head,Satan's satin covers and putrid odors ornament your bed.Countless corners hold your breath and tremble at your power,So many times, your favor won, with the pardon from a flower. A tongue found bitter from your taste, and yet it won't recoil,Implanted in a weakling's eye, another … Continue reading Mistaken Pleasures
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, … Continue reading The Lonely Sailor (Part 2)
Dark as coal was the night, as my body aches with youthful memories of your tender touches. Days spent in fallow fields with unwavering wildflowers on a tattered quilt tossed in the trunk. The clatter of your camera snapping as I would become Your muse while playing in the water like a child. Dusk by … Continue reading The Lonely Glass
I gently stroke the stubble on his freshly buzzed scalp, run my fingers over the sharpness of his resilient jaw, and the large constricted vessels along his temple, massaging the tense muscles of his broad shoulders, as I watch his lips form a surrendering and relaxing smile. The texture of his t-shirt is rough and … Continue reading Touch (third in the sense series)