Saturday, October 23, 2010

Every good business woman
Knows what the customers want
She hears everything they say
And everything they don’t
Perhaps a well appointed table
In a elegantly furnished room
Sometimes a glass of whiskey
Is a very important tool
Let me light your cigar
While I sit upon your knee
Tell mama what you want
Keep nothing hid from me
Do you like my new stockings?
I bought them just for you
They match the robe perfectly
In a just a lighter shade of blue
I keep them in my dresser
Until you come to call
Along with the robe I always wear
Unless you want nothing at all
I prefer some decoration though
The sexier the better
That and your breath on my ear
Just keeps me getting wetter
Sometimes that doesn’t matter
Depends all on your fair mood
You always pay the same price
I won’t leave you feeling screwed
Our agency treats the best
And can fix your woes
In one way or another
You’ll feel so good after your hour
You’ll be calling up your mother


For sure
Will both
Quicken the heart
And steal the breath from your very body
Capturing it will make you lose reason
Answering yes
Nipples taut

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


Am his

From the top

To the bottom

Every sigh on my lips whisper his name

Every turn of phrase tells you I love him

The words I speak

Leave no doubt

He is


on the occasion of a dry well

Take me to the edge of night

And release me into the void

In the lee of darkness

I am restless in the dawn

The light reveals much more

Than I wish to own

Insecurity and doubt

Ride my treads in evidence

The breath of faithlessness

Blows across my left shoulder

So I turn away

Though do not seek another path

On a trail I have oft renewed

When in mortal despair

Relegating the steps to memory

For I cannot seem to move

Beyond the familiar

Anointing on my dry skin

Of briars and weeds

As I pass the dangers imagined

Real and unreal

Nightmared in dreams

Though not in sleep

I am not afraid

For here the stars do not shine

And there is nothing

To be illumined

This is a lonely road

Nothing ahead and nothing beyond

Save the knowing of onlyness

Woven into a web of scars

Covering old wounds

So it is unexpected

The warmth of your hand

The tenderness in your voice

I stand still

And I remain indecisive

The next step remains untaken

For you never know when

An oasis bears no water

And every move toward it

Will only disappoint

As I have found many dry holes

But you continue to call my name

In tones of liquid azure

And I am so thirsty.