worship [a poem]

Take your sins to the foot of my temple, Prepare an altar in darkness and Command your soul to pray well. Open your heart to the sermon of honesty; Bow your head before the eternal flame, The light of a spirit with insatiable yearning for truth and pain. Worship as humble king destined to the…

fuck me poetic [a poem]

fuck me poetic. kiss me free of syntax make me scream in tongues pen me down with the bed as your scroll smear my ink across the sheets until every edition of webster’s and Koenig pouring forth upon the both of us.   “exulansis” rolling down your back, “silience” dripping from my neck, “gnossienne” shared,…

a haikai (hokku, haiku) and a brief lesson

A haikai is a series of haiku, set off on the theme of the opening haiku, the hokku. How quick and easy that was. (This reminder) (1.) Background of my phone, two lovers… he kisses her, she beams total joy. (2.) Forever tender; Always, they are suspended in love you can’t touch. (3.) The day…

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

This one is a throwback (written in 2006), and one of the few instances I employed some rhyme and form with mild success. One of the featured poems I keep stapled to the site, it’s a good way to invite that admirer of yours a little closer this holiday season. Enjoy. Meet Me Under the…

forever my dream

Curled in my bed, clutching, I feel your arms slide up mine, and pull my hands away from my face as you creep gently over my body to kiss that troubled look you hate to see, grabbing tears before they’ve fallen, kissing every inch of me, chasing the pain out through my skin delivering the…