A la tendresse de la lune,
J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens
Afin de mieux sentir résonner
La fréquence de ton âme.
Tag: fiction
Dreams
Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?
Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?
Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?
Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…
Poem written in 2015.
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Babes & Beaches
to
behold
azure waters
mending with skies
temperatures rising still
burnt orange palettes
a tropical enclave
of sensuality
and sex
here
women
frolic in the
waters bare breasted
nipples hardened by thoughts
of erect members diving
head first into their
sacred gardens
of bodily
desire
to
behold
such a site
would make a
grown man cry tears
of joy knowing he’s unworthy
of witnessing such magic
for it is only women
that may partake
in this ritual of
love and
sex
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Human
This is a non-erotic poem, written in February of 2017.
emerging from the clouds
the energy boy peers
below the clear layers of existence,
tiny hearts beating
he understands
why others break the rule
to observe
to document
don't do it, they say
never shifting
yet here he stands,
frenetic scribbling
desperately deciphering
their erratic thoughts and unnerving actions
he cries, remembering how it felt
to be human
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