Secret Ride (magic of Poetic Voice)

He came at night,
On a wind of heat.
A bead of sweat,
On lips so sweet.
“Come with me”
He whispered close.
They are all asleep,
Said, my sexy host.
I crawled out of bed.
On crumpled sheets.
A teddy that cling,
To my heat.
Just be quiet.
It will be fun.
No one will know,
Not even one.
Once ins…Read More

Here is the Eye’s Open sonnet. Thank you, Richard, for helping me understand the nuances of a sonnet

Was born with eyes wide-open on that day,
to be prepared for seeing every truth …
not wanting to offend in any way,
for what had happened up there on the roof.

While holding onto pasts, like in a box …
we crawled, we stood, we soon beg…Read More