By My Own

Forever, life passes before my eyes
but only one moment has gone by.

Only a blink in the eye and the head
of the everlasting timeless dead.

A whirl of smoke and dreams obscure
my inconsequential search for the cure.

Fevers cross my imagination
bringing with them subtle invitation

to join the cured and blissfully damned
within the palm of the Devil's hand.

Crashing waters pull me from the fettering grasp.
A cool hand reaches in from the past.

Fervently I call to him,
a Savior sung of in the hymns.

His image releases me, I am once again

Thrown to the pointed tongues
a love lost now is cursing me among.

Blood pours from my soul as the double-edged sword
does for what is was designed.

My creations lay in my hands,
treasures once deeply protected from their kind.

Dismembered bone for bone
by my own.

Printed in the 2000 poetry.com compilation, A Fleeting Shadow

Lone Reader

We dance without touching.
He cooks and I clean.

We smile through dinner.
A cozy home scene.

He kisses my cheek
In a jovial goodbye.

I sigh in relief
As he pulls out the drive.

I prepare my body,
My mind, and my space

With sweet scented candles
And chilled wine by my place.

A flick of the lights
Soothes the chaos inside

As I settle my macbook
Comfortably alongside

The refreshing white riesling
In the peace of the dark

On the couch in the silence
On a story, I embark!

These men, they whisper
They shout, and they moan.

Telling stories of love,
Laughter, heartache and home.

Love comes in all shapes
And all size and some

Even love in the strangest of ways,
Simply coming undone.

But no matter the conception
The manifest is the same.

Love pours from their hearts
To bathe their lover, no game.

Originally posted at Joy Reflected, 6/22/2010

Pussy

Stretch, shuffle.

Twitch, twist.

Fidget, fumble.

Click, click.

Sigh. Snap.

I shut my laptop,

Pause the race,

Calm my thoughts.

I lower

My face,

My guards and my will.

I melt,

And close my eyes...

Becoming his pet.

A kitten, curled loose.

No purr required.

Such peace I find

Prone at his side,

Cheek warm and quiet against his thigh.

His eyes focus above me

On things of no import.

His fingers dance beside me,

A teasing sort of sport.

I catch those playful digits

Like a nip-laced kitty toy.

His quiet laugh rewards me

And my pleasure overcomes

Any thoughts of powerful women,

Objectification or mere strife.

I know only the love he shows

To me, his pet and wife.

Reposted from Joy Reflected, 8/18/2010

Cockkiss

Morning mists
unveil the light.

Quiet time
awakes her mind

inciting lust
for sleeping knights.

Invade their lair.

Abscond the sheets.

Reveal the meat!

Take just a taste,

a lick to wake
the dragon's mate.

A startled hiss
precludes the heat

of burning breath
and silken depths.

She rides the waves
of dragon fire

her treasure plundered
and all the while

the sour smell of dragon's breath
precludes the mint of morning's death.


Reworked from original posting on Joy Reflected, 4/29/2011