rooms solitary cells where
like Helen Keller
senses deprived
eyes closed tight
only slight glimpses
conveyed through touch
And soon,
left alone in the dark
I fingerspell lust for you
in the palm of my own hand
a few words spewing from my soul…
28 Sep 2013 4 Comments
in poetry
like Helen Keller
senses deprived
eyes closed tight
only slight glimpses
conveyed through touch
And soon,
left alone in the dark
I fingerspell lust for you
in the palm of my own hand
25 Sep 2013 8 Comments
in poetry Tags: bedsheets, dawn, Matisse, you and me
this morning
dawn threw herself wantonly
across the sky
streaks of scarlet
splayed passionately
with utter abandonment
I, ever the voyeur,
behind the safety
of my window pane
attempt to capture
the moment’s essence –
a misshapen image
Matisse-like
hinting only
at the lush interplay
like ineffectual words
spread across bed sheets
attempting to define you and me
07 Sep 2013 14 Comments
eyes closed against me in sleep
morning sunlight through your lashes
softly sketching shadows
picket fences across the high peaks
of your cheekbones
goldenrod deeply bowing
along graveled edges
I see yellowed summer grasses
draw shadow lines across the road
behind me as I drive away