Of Two Minds

Dry, and oh so serious

Come on, let’s kiss a while

Terse, tight, defending rights

I want to taste your lovely smile

Brain drained, tired, mired

Wet my lips with juicy kisses

Making music from minutia

Throw away your tease ellipses

Sculpting social change from wood.

And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me good!


Morning light takes me away

But she lingers,

Lives in me like warmth

That stays in sheets.

There is something of her scent

Still in the spirals of my prints,

And brushing my lips

I am roused to reverse my course

And race back to her tender flesh. 

Beneath The Mulberry Tree (private burial)

There’s a calico kitten beneath the mulberry tree.

There’s a pile of earth beneath the moon.

There’s a calico kitten beneath the mulberry tree.

There’s one less kitten in her brood.

In A Darkened Office

Suddenly the world

Was your lips on my earlobe,

Warm breath on my skin,

When you backed me to the wall and whispered, “The answer to the question in your head is, ‘Whatever I want, with my fingers, my lips, the press of my hips.'”


My veins ache

To my fingertips,


Robbing me of sense.

Come, fill me,

Inject your sex.

Intense and wondrous

Wet, make me whole.

Sinful Sunday
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Draw You Deeper

I dream of kissing,

Deep and sweet,

Soft and wet,

Wanting, wanton,

Waiting, anticipating

That bit of tongue

Running inward

Toward my own.

I moan when we touch,

And suck

To draw you deeper.