Tuesday, May 17, 2011

lucid dreaming

my heart is in my stomach
'cause i ate love for dinner
and you are like a prize
and i am all a winner

we touch with words
and hands
and feet
and sometimes still
our mouths will meet

and words flow in
and sighs flow out
i wonder what
this poem's about?

so sleep deprived
so full of sun
your warmth, because
you are the one

burning hot
desire can be
but it won't hurt
when felt simply

i hear the frogs
and stars i see
but i'm not where
i want to be

and so i sit
and rhyme and dream
and think of things
not as they seem

and wistfully
i see a life
where i have kids
and i'm a wife

i smile all day
though i am sleepy
and arms hold tight
when i am weepy

and arms hold tight
when i am glad
and calm me down
when i am mad

mais c'est facile
to dream like this
but it's not real
and you, i miss.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Je l'amour de la love

And so you say tu aime cette chose,
"I want you to take off your clothes"
And when you speak your mouth est rose
And words spill out - unraveled bows

And I love you juste comme ça
And though I must remove your bra
(Your eyes stare deep and ask "C'est quoi?")
The fear in you I know I saw

Excitement, too
And nous sommes deux
Becoming one
être un

And je ne sais pas
And oo la la
And so it goes
And hold that pose

So love me dearly like you do
And stare at me with eyes trés bleu
And I will keep you always, true -
For all time, attend pour vous

Friday, April 22, 2011


How to make love (serves two)

First add some love, then add some more
With nervousness and lust galore

2 heaping cups of youthful breasts
And strong minds that passed the tests

Stirred emotions
and waves like oceans

Spoon at the end
And hold your friend

~ Eat while hot ~



her mind, her heart, her legs

fertilizing eggs.

laying like the dregs

in the bottom of a coffee cup.

drank up, used up, used.

pleasured and abused.

a snapdragon popped.

an electric current stopped.

legs akimbo

she is a bimbo.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


We like to know that we can do without
That less is more
That half empty is really half full

But how do we know what is enough
When we were born complete
And ready to face the day

If only we could see
How much we really have/halve