I Sing Your Praises

I sing your praisesOn a flattened tongueWithout grace or tactOr grandeur. Not with the greatestLines from the sweetest lipsCould your beauty findA tune to fit. And mineAre rough, raucous, reachingLike eyes in a starless night.Every lyric is longing, Every stanza strainingIn light of your fair face. My wordsAre weak and wastedOn a woman,With whom no … More I Sing Your Praises

In My Head

When the curtains of night fallOver the sky, you join meBeneath the covers. Your hair,A feathery, blond down, drapesOver my shoulder, and your gossamer touch Slips across my skin as a shadow Shifts across the floor. When I shut My eyes, you speak to me in a coo.Scents of heather and rose hipBillow from your … More In My Head

I Look at You

Like searching backwardsInto the ever-fleeting past,Memories bright,But dimmer every day.Like gazing forwardsOver the boundless, blue sea,Where the sun setsOn crystal islesKnown only to the sand and surf.Like staring up,Beyond the black void,Where the star ways swirlInto glimmering formsWhose beautyNeither mind nor hand can grasp…Darling, I look at you.

Your Touch

Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I’m silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With … More Your Touch