Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Pleasant evident. 

The rains. 

Petals. 

Progress. 

Curved path. 

Pebble and sand. 

First kiss. 


Significant endeavor 

unrestrained. 

She fatale I covet. 

Speak love time of day. 


The diaspora ever built. 

The leisure 

preservational. 

Exceedingly curious. 

Damsel a fashion. 

Bestial immodest 

unmasking. 

Determined of acts. 

Designate Thursday girl. 

Picturesque terrain. 

Old photos and merlot. 

Epic the depths poets.   

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Specific act. 

Diabolic. 

Dream girl on me. 

Twists and circle tours. 


Ratio of lovers. 

Folksy mix. 

Vanity cost. 

Well together. 


All senses, tension. 

I'm in the haunt. 

Guest room and the darlings. 

Pure velvet. 

Throw caution from first. 

Pride of fete. 


Come a tug in earnest. 

Surging. 

Unbridled impulse. 

Goddess. 

Kiss for kingdom. 

Your wisdom. 

Heavenly. 


A moment splendor.  

Certainty she lie with me. 

The sudden. 

The vulnerable.  

The echo wood and walls.  

The tool the ever after. 

Happily and striking. 

Shoulders a disarm. 

Won over in the breach.  

The grit she hold  

Stalwart. 

The flamboyant. 

Feminine.    

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Looking into the beat of felicity. 

And she lie sideways. 

Her head shelved by her palm. 

Swords of skin and bone mahogany 

like Katydids. 

Long and slender. 

Horizon a white line of fine linen. 

Back of that. 

Well walls the color chianti. 

Looking into felicity. 

With a quickening pulse made so 

by hunger and the rush. 

A hero's welcome.  

Saturday, May 2, 2026

Don't look at him that way Rochelle. 

You want him gone Rochelle. 

Your skin is onyx. 

Your umbra. 

True to the black. 

Your black heart. 

Winter spell. 

You covet him. 

But you covet his last breath. 

In a kiss of death. 

Yet mixed with her antipathy is a yen. 

You may not have him to covet 

if you kill him. 

Subject him to condition, 

lurking in the black. 

The shadows Rochelle.  


Once inside her inner tramp takes over. 

Low light and just enough

for a space her own. 

Greeted by cross wind 

west to east. 

Open windows and the 

door to the portico. 

Give her the appearance 

walking on air. 

A high to die for right then. 

He walks heavy on 

the back stairs. 

Lamb and a pumpkin sun as garnish 

fills the air its redolence. 

 

There's a pumpkin sun setting. 

Indian Summer. 

Drive into punch drunk  

Where grass are instrument.

Sway is melody. 

Medley. 

Restless swain looking to fill cellars 

the sound of sweet. 

Love a rally the moon auroral.

Friday, May 1, 2026

At Soprafina with the glass everything. 

Pavlovian conditioning 

to her dress. 

I sweat her a mighty 

wind to lift her spirits. 

There. 

Discretion the lesser third 

of the whole. 

Behind demand and consequence. 

Her throaty laughter.

Suddenly spring and 

everything is open... 

for discussion. 

You let me be brazen. 

Say what in a sonnet. 

Lover. 

Am I not your innovation? 

What say of my impatience? 

Sudden spring and there's 

a bloom on things. 

Take my side come on dawn. 

Dew so viscous stick to me. 

Thursday, April 30, 2026

You and I are meant to be. 

It's the thought that fills my mind. 

If you believe in destiny 

wait with me for the right time. 


Stretched across the great divide 

is the link that binds. 

Finding passion beyond our usual. 

Within the ecstasy lined walls. 


Hearing your call across the great expanse 

you find me in the palm of your hands. 

If answered prayers be 

the indication of dreams, 

God provide the means.  

A dream to sell.

I won't tell you 

how to dream. 

Beauty and age. 

Waif. 


She's something. 

Like I know of 

fortune to come. 

Humbly congregate. 

Near and dear to me. 


Tell me a story dear. 

Say what you mean. 

Put your heart into it. 

This congregation 

us infamous. 

The hue deep blue. 

The canopy 

of blue dress.

I find you. 

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

I fought Garth. 

If any landed, 

punches thrown.  


She watched and wondered 

matter of men swing at tree limbs. 

Tree grow out of the concrete 

on a path and fence

From the tracks. 


She's French kisser. 

Heads pointed 2:00 and 7:00.  

We go right into it 

with fists limbs to stir. 

Began summer 

bedlam.

Pleasant evident.  The rains.  Petals.  Progress.  Curved path.  Pebble and sand.  First kiss.   Significant endeavor  unrestrained.  She fa...