synchronicity

impatient hands,

lace and leather fall to the floor. 

shimmering flesh in overdrive. 

as your hand restrains my mouth,

you whisper your intent in my ear. 

unbearable. 

legs and arms intertwined,

bites, lust and moans.

gasps of pleasure

complimenting the cries of pain. 

Shhh baby...

hand around my throat,

tighter...

eyes locked

sweat beads

synchronicity...

"I love you Baby."

collapse out of breath,

but not out of energy. 

but for now,

just hold me.

Flat Line

Not everything you do
always comes out as expected or hoped.
But that’s a good thing.
Because if you never had any unexpected changes in your life,
everything would be straight
like a flat line on a heart monitor.
In other words, dead and endlessly boring...

pseudonym

I am a book of apocalypses
written in a language I don’t speak
and I have no author...

safekeeping

Every soul creates poetry, throughout its lifetime. Every time you think about life and existence, about love and about our purpose on Earth, you’re creating poetry with your thoughts. Some of us just like to write it down, for safekeeping...

painting galaxies

He carries stars in his pockets because he knows I fear the dark. 
When the daylight fades and darkness seeps through the windows,
He is there painting galaxies on the back of my hands so I will no longer fear.