Category Archives: Poetry

I dare you to be eager for my touch. I challenge you to instigate a kiss. We’ve hesitated all too long, and such emotional dishonesty as this betokens nothing healthy good or wise; it signifies depravity and waste. So come … Continue reading →

Accusing mental health for robbing me of inspiration, anger, angst or grief, I lacked the impetus, creatively, to exorcize those demons. No relief was needed from a happy family, with no one drinking, cheating, screaming pain or gambling. Even promiscuity … Continue reading →

If I were superstitious, I’d stay home today and hide in bed or maybe work, and I might try to generate a poem, and I’d be thinking someone is a jerk: a grouchy person from my past who’d say (already … Continue reading →

If you were taller, muscular and smart, successful and creative and with hope of having fun, and opening your heart to happiness and the kaleidoscope of possibilities, then I’d be yours. If I were more secure and driven less, if … Continue reading →

You thought you could control your love affairs. Well didn’t you, assuming thought at all? But you in charge meant you grew bored. Your prayers for keeping passion up you doomed to stall. I know because my history reflects a … Continue reading →

I’ll celebrate your birthday for a week: kindle you with toys and sweets, pick and offer food and wine, tend your theories, rub your feet, love your body heart and head with mine. And when our celebration ends, we’ll seek … Continue reading →

I wonder you’re so present in my mind; your body bides a continent away, and our connection’s never been the kind to prompt the lust I feel for you today. But I’m imagining suggestive speech, I’m fantasizing fired ecstasy, consumed … Continue reading →

You want me to admit my imperfection, but how can I confess I’m never what I never claimed to be? It’s your selection of me as a gypsy must be shut away as incorrect. Admit? Too weak for me, for … Continue reading →