Past pulses as a broken metronome  syncopation of that which is ‘ere, o’er and true    Trombone tomb stone,  for whom the bells toll  may love have been louder than bombs    Can you hear colours of every drumbeat  feel maudlin mandolins opening your skin?   

Candles within your eyes, illuming my shadow.  Lonely in the dim I was, there is now a glow to follow. 

A blanket of dust obscures our picture. Soft earth once your skin, now dusted with snow.   This sheet had layered over months without warmth. However, we are soon to hold each other again.   Then spring will dawn upon the rains of April and shower...

Turn out the lightsLet the darkness spread Pull your arms around meNuzzle my eager head Against the thick sweatshirtYou wear to bedI reach behind youEmbrace the small of your backMy caress begins quickly My heart racing so fast Can’t wait to inhaleThe skin between...

Pressing my chest against your backI lean to smell your lovely neckYour fragrant lotion entices meIt moistens your skin, so intoxicating!I’m so ready to be inside of you!You’re less certain, I must wait for youSo I reach for your...