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 of chianti. Looking into felicity. With a quickening pulse made so by the hunger and the rush. A hero's welcome to the depths of her.
Sunday, May 3, 2026
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.
Friday, May 1, 2026
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
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
Viceroy/Classic Dark
Play to the exotic.
Gallery to mimic.
Flattery with guile.
Unsubtle off the top.
Unabashed affection.
I am phenomenon.
Her Seraphic roil the salon.
Inspire girl of now.
A fond the succubus.
The noir and a flourish.
The conquerors and the episodic.
No doubt authentic.*
From the top brazen.
The years invention.
Caution in the dynamic.
Denizen in the night and
known succor.
Thirst pronounced.
Niche on parade.
Not without pain.
Personalities the fore.
Bogeyman and the crave.
They're bonfire set.
Living dangerous.
I'm center the quarter
and standard hard knocks.
Flair to do what with. *
Voice from the gloaming.
"She run from he's front step.
Outline a man.
Lightning. Listless.
Noble Bill affect by time.
The heavens to right the world.
Deluge. Wanderer.
She don't go home.
Storm warning.
Bar the door.
Do a kindness.
Survival.
The God's right the world.
Outline slender man.
Shotgun at the door.
He come for the girl.
She don't encourage rogue.
Lonely universal.
Opportunists. Body.
Nocturne. I am wolf.
A dread constant.
Climes degrade.
Come for the girl.
The blast and he
determined.
Is pleasant one to another.
Easy feature and resolve.
Your mature and your shoulders.
Born under thunder and its vex.
She is intense quandary.
She is staid.
A smile befit her leaning.
She is quandary.
Bright light and cast to swaddling.
Favoring of yours.
The fond as called by fond.
Our circle of faithful.
Private guile.
Stand on archetype.
They couple a short walk.
And we're source climate.
The lightning twice is cold alone.
A fortnight.
Cup a glow.
Clear you're savvy
and a vantage befit the eye.
Never before had he believed
in the undead.
But he saw the damndest thing.
Beside him at the bar another sap
sitting out the storm.
Thunder clap every time
put his drink down.
A downpour starts.
A ball game on the television.
The bar is filling up.
She is looking for him.
She come a long way.
The last they spoke he
told her never call again.
Another thunder clap.
He put his drink down.
Lightning. He's gone.
Sun Down
I Sat at the end of the wood square table
near the half octagon window.
Jutting out onto the sidewalk.
She sit across from me.
Orders for drinks.
Simple chat while we wait.
While others are waited on.
Dressed in sweaters and dresses.
Suit coats.
Formal wear.
Restaurant dress code appropriate
for a Sunday evening.
You in a blue dress.
Blue floral top and short heels.
Me in a dress shirt long sleeved checkered pattern.
Khakis.
The setting light the place up.
The western sky in full view on you.
For me witness.
Monday, April 13, 2026
Welcome what may.
The night is warm.
Out of body celestial emerge.
And machination.
I feel everything.
Blessed lure and order of things.
Pride of prior knowledge.
Keen on dreams.
Feather and lace.
Invite to sup.
Shifting elements.
The power vested.
The decorum.
Demonstrably enchanting.
The new fiction.
A fond and well being.
The wolf of now.
The genesis
the to-do.
Clung for comfort.
At first denial.
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