The heavy cloud covered night is a screen, Obscuring any light from the new moon. Yet in the darkness the mood is pristine. It’s from your ethereal touch I swoon, I am a missile lofting into space. Higher and higher feeling weightlessness, While exploring the beauty of your face. Overcome by the sense of boundlessness. Sharply hit by a comet I explode! Felt airlessness in my upward spiral, Faster than light my boiling red blood flowed. Now frozen, no energy to ramble. You have brought me ever so near to death, It’s difficult for me to catch my breath!
Here I’m lingering wanting not to part, To continue holding your velvet hand, While you excite the pounding of my heart, For this moment we’re in a fairyland. But can we remove the cold fence that parts us? Let our bodies be joined on the same side! Be absorbed into a night of blitheness. My heightened desire no longer to hide. To caress your sumptuous loveliness, While I’m devouring your exciting scent. Running my fingers through golden fineness. Loving you forever is my intent. Isn’t it your desire to open the gate? If not in agonizing pain I’ll wait!
This wanting heart is tugged by my feelings As soon as she enters my barren room. For it is special excitement she brings That shall certainly result in my doom. Her robe slides off as if doing a waltz Now displaying the body of Venus. I am overcome by my many faults! Possessed by thoughts my bed will comfort us. Adjusting her pose I touch her soft skin. Looking at her I see a glowing smile To place her head my hand is on her chin. Desiring her there can’t be denial! Her thick ruby red lips my brush does paint. Deep thoughts of those lips enveloping mine. My growing desire there is no restraint Of her delicious body I must dine. As if a drug addict I am controlled By painful desire toward each model. Mad, mad, to the Devil I have been sold To share a love and life I’m unable.
Down and down the deep spiraling stair case Darker than dark it is traveling down Slower than slow for this is not a race Quieter than quiet all wear a frown There will be no rest till they reach the end Round and round as if a merry go round There is no way for a message to send The steadfast rule is dare not make a sound No crying or begging is ever heard As new tenants enter the hellish heat Greater than a witch’s cauldron being stirred The everlasting journey is complete This is the place that so many do fear For treatment of the soul shall be austere
Her possessions robbed The small blue boat bobbed In the bouncing sea. Tethered to the dock Secured by a lock. When the wild winds blow No place can she go. While rising water Climbs o’er her gunwale Apt to fill her hull. Her jostling about Has left not a doubt Soon to the bottom She’s going to sit Having no spirit. Nothing to live for Won’t fight anymore. So sad, slowly she Sinks to her demise. There’ll be no goodbyes.
The wind is a bus Going here then there Carries limitless Things of many shapes. Plastic shopping bags Soon to be snagged By the naked trees. Fallen autumn leaves Doing somersaults Down the barren path. Dandelion seeds Like little balloons Up to touch the sky. And what of those clouds That bring needed rain Or hide the bright sun. But the greatest joys That the bus does bring Are those we can’t see: The scent of fresh baked Apple pie cooling On the window sill, The soft wavering Coming from the field Of gold colored hay. But greatest of all After summer’s rain The slow flowing scent Of sweet lavender. It is my desire The bus to idle And stay awhile.