Friday, November 6, 2009


you're out there searching
trying to find a jewel to behold
failing to see the treasure you already hold
in your restless search, your hands unfold
and i fall gracefully to the sand
only to be picked up by another hand
who exclaims with glee...i am gold

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


The tip of you jumps at my touch
The brush of my lips against velvet
Coat my tongue leaving notes of life

I nip your flesh and you shudder as
Heavy hands fist my hair. How many
Have known you so well

Tracing you carefully, sketching you from memory
Every curve, every dip
Is imprinted on my softest and strongest muscle...