Thursday, March 15, 2018

Daydreams and Wishes

I look across the rolling silver-blue expanse of the ocean melting into the clouds,
feel raindrops, the finest mist, touching my skin, fresh air and the smoke of a wood fire mingle
and it’s now I need you the most.
I wish to hold your hand and breathe you in,
I wish to know your scent, your touch, your presence.
I wish to know your patterns and routines, I wish to expect your unexpected,
I wish to hold a collection of your secret delights and pull them out of my hat when you feel a little down,
I want to chase you through warm waves in golden sunshine, roll with you on yellow leaves falling like confetti, I want to spend long, dark nights in front of a fire with you and greet the new green growing with our love intense and bold.
I want to know your thoughts, your feelings, your treasures and frivolities, I want to share your dreams, desires, disappointments and triumphs, I want to know where you’ve been and where you are going, I want to know where you’ve been hurt, what you are struggling with, from where you derive your strength, I want to know what makes you cry, both from joy and from pain.
I want to know your body, I want to touch each scar, every line on your face, I want to feel your hair between my fingers, I want to feel the muscles on your back when you move, I want to be the focus
of your unbroken desire, and on a day such as today, be locked in your arms, needing no one but each other, to get lost in time…

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Is This The End

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The ways of the world and the flow of the stream directed where she would go,
yet felt something were missing, maybe a knowing she once had,
sorrow tinged instead her shadow, ‘til she detoured this one particular day.
Who knew she would end up here, away from the danger obedience teaches,
a long-held breath fading away her fears so she may dance,
and she dances with the fire, too close it would seem,
scatters all she has and everything she knows as ashes would blow in the wind,
she’s flown to the waters’ edge where the waves roll with the cries of the seagulls
and the mist kisses away her tears, she is now, she is here, she is home.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Rainy Day Thinking

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I let you in without reserve, eagerly, with open arms,
shared my thoughts, my body, my passions, my time,
I blended my space with elements to your liking, for your comfort,
crafted meals and conversations, created variations and deviations,
all this I give out of love for you,
potentially, you can destroy me, will you?

This is 55 word piece offering, in memory of an old friend, Galen Hayes.  Now Joy at Verse Escape is our host, so if you want to participate, head on over there.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

The distant horizon is calling me

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You touched me with fingers educing a reaction from an uncharted fountain,
quelled hesitation by feeding a thirst I didn’t know I had,
a hunger from sources far older than my days walking this earth,
exposing pure desire raw with the thrill of unfurling nameless destinations,
I'm captured by the intake of your breath as you delve with me
into unknown, unexplored, indistinct horizons I am averse to denying.

Friday, January 26, 2018


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What is the point of one if there are ten to be had,
what’s the point of a gentle slide if I can blast into oblivion,
escape into a welcome void of isolation,
away from the waves of hopeless wo(a)ndering
slamming me with a force designed to eradicate my sanity,
destroy my dreams and taint the sunrise red with my blood,
words, what are words but a series of sounds
stringed together to form the noose you tie around your neck.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Hey, it's Friday night......

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......wanna hook up for a drink, like we did so very long ago, one of those evenings alive with laughter, feeding us with the rhythm of the music in the air, energy building with the deepening night, drawing our bodies together, the blood in our veins speeding faster, your hands become demanding and my eyes tell you what you want to know, for us to slip away into the night, let loose our inhibitions and desires, I’ll say farewell when dawn lights the sky to become another day…

Saturday, January 13, 2018


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Time is but a fleeting image of our perceptions
dancing before our eyes and over our skin,
feeding our emotions and senses.
It is the giver of light and darkness
imparting the reality of our imaginings and erudition,
soothing one moment, drawing blood the next.
Time marks our skin with regrets and realisations,
the physical manifestation of the roads we've chosen, the breaths we have taken,
the beings we’ve touched, shared our soul and body with,
time keeps on giving, until one moment, then it’s gone...

Friday, January 5, 2018

55 The Universe in your Eyes

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He had nothing to give but himself, and it was enough,
the infectious joy in a pursuit of feeling it all.
I’d gaze into his eyes, drink in the freedom he offered,
taking the love he poured through me
and I’m dazed by his spirit now living in me,
how can I let him go?

This is 55 word piece offering, in remembering an old friend, Galen Hayes, now hosted by Joy at Verse Escape so if you want to participate, head on over there.