abricadabra
hocus pocus
biddidi bobbidi boo!
once upon a time,
i could conjure the man of my dreams
now
only in my dreams
conjuring
12 Wednesday Oct 2011
Category Archives: pomes
weather, showers in the forecast
02 Sunday Oct 2011
Posted in desire, pomes, quelle bummer
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undress, step into the shower, close your eyes
i’m in a dark tshirt and pajama pants, it’s not my turn to shower
the soap smells like jasmine with a cool zing of mint
i rub it in my hands to make my hands slippery
i can start at the top or bottom or middle, which would you prefer?
feelin’ frisky
01 Saturday Oct 2011
Posted in pomes
imagine you lying on your stomach, your head turned to the side, cradled on your arms
sun drenched shoulders
sprinkled with a light shower of freckles
the tawny feathers under your arms
the dip your back makes at the waist
a pair of dimples atop your rump
curves, no sharp angles
back of thighs and calves, well defined, tapered at the ankle
luscious
OKC, the loneliest place to be
30 Friday Sep 2011
Posted in pomes
learning the pain
hope, willingness, expectation, hope, the ultimate seducer
disappointment harvests hope, the reaper
let’s let the dog decide
29 Thursday Sep 2011
Posted in desire, online dating, pomes, the one
that girl has such a plaintive look. sitting on your lap, she looking at me, you looking at her.
let’s let her decide if i’m scary or loving, a good woman, worth keeping around to scratch behind both your ears, between your fore legs.
duplicitous desire
29 Thursday Sep 2011
Posted in desire, love, pomes, quelle bummer
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desire is duplicitous
desire opens
the door to hope
disappointment follows
close at hand
gill slits
29 Thursday Sep 2011
he is watery
rides the waves, hides in the curl
he pounds his way ahead of the wave to master it and stay in front
looks in his element
maybe he has gill slits
if i look, maybe i can find them
why? who?
21 Wednesday Sep 2011
why am i drawn to the men that i am? what am i looking for? a safe harbor? nurturing? protective? loving?
most recently a dog with the most plaintive look, she sits on her man’s lap and he has eyes only for her. he is big, burly, looks like his arms could envelop me. i’d like that. he is a bit strange, mournful/soulful.
he looks at me and holds my gaze, then looks away.
gone.
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