Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
And yet– nothing is real. I cannot caress your skin, memorize its texture, feel the heat of your manhood rising from my silky touch I cannot kiss your moist lips, taste their essence, swallow Amrita with you I cannot gaze into your hungry eyes… Continue Reading “Touch”
She sets the table with finest linens she is famous for spoiling her guests Beautiful silver laid in proper manner, for her delicious friends, only the best Once seated to enjoy the savory meats, only then do they realize that they are the feast.… Continue Reading “Dinner for One”
In my garden, I meditate to the sound of buzzing bees while Venus watches over me Lizards scurry on gray brick walls, chasing one another, while tiny hatchings explore with their sisters and brothers The roses are blooming now, and they remind me of… Continue Reading “In My Garden”
She rises up in pink morning dawn, alabaster Goddess of trees, pushing open her bountiful sweet scented blooms to feed butterflies and hoarding bees She’s not shy about her nakedness, but stands tall and proud, for the blossoms and leaves surround her in a… Continue Reading “Alabaster Goddess”
Some days these fingers ache when holding my writing lead or perhaps it’s my soul keening, wallowing in woe, How much more must a heart spill with words in black repose Does not your fingers bleed when grasping too tight the memory of the… Continue Reading “The Fine Art of Aging”
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