Saturday, October 7, 2017


your beautiful face has
over-aroused my senses
so many things to see
taste touch feel love i

imagine your body
pressed against mine
the many warm things id
feel hold taste trust i

can’t find the courage
to talk to you my
watering mouth is
void of words like

libraries on sundays
colorless hitchcock films i
cant bring myself to say some
thing more profound than


Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Friday, January 6, 2017

Ode to Pride 010617

I sniff my fingers and lick them slowly wishing they were you.
Nothing’s the same.

I changed my hair from brown to blue hoping to revive the you in me, I was fooled.

How foolish I am  pretending I could reinvent the experience created the night our lips locked like deer antlers; the wilderness never belonged to me and neither do you.

Might as well handle this hard on cause you ain’t coming through.