touch my skin through silk, as air-born feathers malleable to your tender strokes, I close my eyes release me, take me from my bone-thin ancient tethers space disappears, my beloved refuge, pursue me assimilate my soul, as a window weeper whose pain is tainted by my clarity of the indignant power of the sea…
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“Song Bird” now live on Hotelmasticadores
Whispering, your tongue holds back crestfallen thoughts. Nails grip my thighs with the blinding voice of anguish. Winter squalls belt my heartache. Dusk’s eyeless shadows linger at open windows. I tether my sensitivities to a fishing hook that hangs by a hair plucked from my head. My wren and her heart-stopping song are lost. Her…
“False Security” Now Live On Hotel
Standing sideways, like a cool drink of water with sandy hair, freckles, and blue-green eyes, you wink. Lissom oaks that taste one too many tempests tire and lean upon false walls of hope. Your welcoming harbors were the key that unlatched my heart. Like the Crepe Myrtle, I shed my bark, to expose the pearly…
My New Poem “Again, Come Next Spring” Now On Hotel Masticadores
cuddle me, wrap me inward, so deep is our seed
breathe me, as an ocean wave will yet concede
My poem “Emmett Till, Emmett Till, Emmett Till” Now Live On Hotel
sun shimmers in dark eyes, life stirs, myriad of dreamsa princely smile creates unstoppable joyfourteen-years happy, bout to be in city’s ugly schemes a beautiful child who could sing, dance, whistle and playhis mama’s tender nurturing handtouching suit, told him, stay close to cousins, don’t stray Emmett’s stunning mom felt dread in her yellow floral…
“Rhymes Of Woe” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
words I write tiptoe across rhymes of woe close windows tight days argue with night my words, fears in pen dare I stamp and send To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores, and be sure to like, comment, subscribe and share!
“Forgotten” My New Poem Live On HotelMasticadores
apples hang low forgotten honey bees tiny legs, heavy pollen lemons make moving weary overcast your eyes spurs surge from pores discerns a sense of being akin to the caterpillar in cast front legs, in cement crack grow up you say who are you I recognize you not To continue reading, go to Hotel Masticadores,…
“Wedding bed” now live on hotelmasticadores
where is our silk top bedspeculate,evaporation when weddid love migrate like the arctic terndoes another make those earlobes burnswans fly by on bloodshot fabric in my dreampulling up tiles, bricks, looking for my self-esteem To finish reading please go to Hotel Masticadores House and please don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe.
“Lost Smile” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores House
slide inside old tulip, pink petals, discarded long ago drowning out the sound of laughter my heart was feeling lowhear the trees weep in tune with me I am weary brown, torn the petals rise, did you know you are not the first to appear To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores…
“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…