Leave it to you manage the moment.

We animal attraction.

You and I and we.

The wicked in the coupling.

 

I give good as one can tender

organized violence.

I’m like thorn.

Vulgar thing cotton to.

Hatred is heavy on your breast.

Wine to thine tempest.

 

Thunder afar and lightning.

The desperate swept up.

The absent minded.

I’m six corners.

This urban teeming out for blood.

I raise alarm.

 

Let her tell it scared to death.

She’s through the narrows

where the condemned throw stone.

Epic these things.

 

These night I get yours.

Social register, erotic underground.

Constant fete.

Always the gardens.

I sew alarm.

 

In the grips night terrors.

Dark days and hours.

Noir between us where the blood of them

until she sated.

Documented

enthusiasm.

Memory consumed

of pestilence.

Me as brute.

Journey into states

Bohemian.

 

The doings embody

a place and time.

Left to me to do with.

 

Signal appreciation

alarm and effect.

She fall to me

beneath tension.

Wide world

and moral foil.

I’m talking shrew.

His sinister compelling 

in its origins.

Out for blood. 

Blood on the table.

Blood on the walls.

Speaks to weakness comrade.

 

It’s when she bends as if she talent.

Power corrupts full force.

Come out when thirst will drive

Devil to account.

One thing to another.

Reimagined the odd day rain.

The cast about you immense.

The zenith uproarious.

With eyes in the throes.

There will be blood.  

Is tacit from the cards.

Master bed and head back, spine.

It is the fall 

with the courting.

For all the talk 

and pretension.

Sheets of rain 

and rage.

 

The Lovelorn.

See right there.

Pin point in her.

Ambition cost.

The stark envelope us.

Seen her grimace and grin.

 

Strident the overlook.

Method understated.

Risk/reward.

 Guise

She follow me from Panama

In the guise of a woman

I did not recognize.

 

In this guise, than her famous form: Black Jaguar.

Taken aback by her arrival.

I am not dressed for guests.

 

Before revealing herself.

She takes on the whim 

Whose skin she’s in.

 

Over the Caribbean pursued.

The Dominican Republic.

Port Royal.

I am someone heard 

word of mouth.

Bring out your zeal.

When it come to the flesh, yes?

Make a woman feel joi de vivre, yes?

 

Having seen it done through the eyes

Of every woman she was

before her cover is blown.

In the midst of it 

a knowing moan.

I know again, 

it is time to run.

Matters not I am 

Mad Hatter.

And pursuits end 

the hunter, hunted.

It is a phase and material notions.

Solution is taxing.

Dexterity and coercion.   

 

Weapon of your spark.

There ballad for you.

This game is pure rugged.

“Be nice to me,” she said.

Give accolades what comes.

I am of such Providence

it kill the anxiety.

 

I’m endeared the woman.

A bit of thunder

with an eye given chance.

Priceless.

 

She let her fancy torn.

Sudden sacred.

Win you to my side.

It is safe to bring up old ways.

I want from you joys of life.

 

The overlook is yours.

Reverence in the positive.

She give him comfort.

I know from day dream.

Tapped wavelength.

The parties are tony.

Cast a bigger shadow

that captivate them.

Big windows the overlook.

Willing risk.

Wonderland. 

(I Could) Eat You Alive

The lamb is tender.

The dressing piquant.

She will have basmati rice.

The dressmaker is

World famous.

Sinister or sweet.

I could eat you alive.

By the day get

more eloquent.

Suffer a fellow

His whim.

Gifts elaborate

All the more.

It come with

the house wine.

 

The dressmaker

is world famous.

Leafy greens.

Tomato  basil.

Sinister or sweet

Wipe away memory of it.

A damp cloth.

Upper floor lavatory.

I could eat you alive.

Books

 It looks like rain.

Thunder and lightning.

The storms within and out, rage.

Unrestrained.

Red wine in a balloon glass goes to her head.

Wearing an old gown.

The lack of pride a sacrifice to Aphrodite.

 

Across from the bed.

A mirror against the wall.

Thunder crashes in her head.

She in the mirror

like the pictures her mother’s books.

The beauty how it looks.  

She pacify herself.

 

She walks the hallway feet bare counting steps.

To the back bedroom.

Ten of them to get her there.

As if Aphrodite herself would appear.

There is a season or reason.

Such an occurrence would be rare.

 

Rings from previous glasses, the bed side table 

stained and drippings of candle wax.

By now the weather as her grip on her glass is unstable.

It look like rain. The thunder and lightning.

The storms within and out, rage unrestrained.  

The Dress

I’m looking for a night or nights with a woman.

To remember what it feels like.

And that someone wants my company.

I’m not looking for sex however

I am willing to buy the dress and everything that goes with it.

And spend time together.

 Go out of my way to make you comfortable.

Sorry I get to keep the dress.

I am more than happy to keep our friendship this way.

I’m not looking for sex.

Just someone to hang out with.

 I’m 420 friendly.

 I’m a lover of wine or cocktails.

Good music and good company.

If you’re interested send me a picture

of your type of dress/outfit and your phone number.

How you would like to spend the night.

I would prefer someone who lives close by. 

They get talking

like I’m legend.

They are untamed.

The forest is where

to make it.

This idyllic

speak to life.

 

A curious we

talk about in fond.

All is memorable.

 

And given time

to see it through.

It is wine and

domestic act.

 

It come two fold.

This is the way.

She pounce impulse.

I can only hope

fortune in bunches.

Feral actors known for.

Heroine has landed. 

In hard times I bring the wine.

Show me passion 

and gallery she mimic.

No stranger to the lure. 

She top that.

I’m Bedlamite.

Things come together full on jibe.

Flattery, the furtherance the good time.

She has a tell.

Lover when spoke.

Love spell.

Time and trend.

The nubile and the diaspora

bide the “Metropolitan.”

The eyes wide 

more than casual endeavor.

Could be from the audience.

They are raucous.

I am that man of arts.

Wolf of now. ©

 

The score misery and bedfellows.

Best of the grit collide

and the reach expand.

The local evil dwell.

Her people perturbed

and think she manage him.

She lost in real time.

 

The walls are thin.

Village girls left to influence.

Grand house and carriage.

Build of tension.

In clandestine the best collide.

Course  of youth.

A space she full of favor.

She present a look upon.

A hold on me.

Society enthusiasts renaissance. ©

The bricks and the glass and

the tree lined streets.

The whole be seen.

Tense dramas borne of fancy and privy.

Last we talk, you're partisan.

Fight the melancholy.

There’s living

if love is fate.

Measured increments.

Words alluring.

 

To page on you my love as the bard.

The wind whip of sentiment

she beautiful this way.

Dress as dressed.

Do what you will.

 Poets lot is tribute.

Dress is meaning when black

and beneath that, grin.

 

So long I’d written this boys and girls.

I seize on a kiss.

Association with price.

Heavy is the heart that pay it.

I am Bedlamite.

When like the rest I want her genuine.

Was taboo now,

all the precious I’ve dreamt .

And well-wishers they know I am lost.

Talk of love will out.

Time of hard times.

The lure the rare air.

Opportunist, I bookend revelry.

Attempt be intimate, she mean it.

Run tell that. ©

The gown make you muse.

She love me sure as told me,

that fancy in my company

elicit a whisper.

The great why, 

and you’re in need.

The way open and stark.

 is how oft a body at play.

The gown is sheer.

Organic is best.

In the noir 

you are centered.

Elicit sound, 

the great why.

The thunder and

the shudder.

The way open and 

hope-ward bound.©

If She Were With Me

She is safe

In a gown

Against me

Surrender 

to the noir.

You are centered

where you are.

 

Gratitude I feel

Of your perception.

You're happy 

paramount.

Just the thing.

The air and the trees

primeval.

You haven’t been loved like. © GL 

Let’s say I don’t owe you nothing and vice versa.

Let’s cease with the histrionics 

and pretense of care.

You succumb to the farce.

Shameless expectation of fortune.

You trumpet her folly.

Sins of the father and 

every one is charged.

She survive by Shaman

just so long.

We are our preservation.

 

The self-righteous, blind 

to the world of grifters.

Sins of the father he set in motion

however he warns. 

And it spread as called where 

it is done and buried time capsule.

Short and violent.

Let us leave well enough.

© 

Ragamuffin 

Campaign of a fashion.

She one up the notion she is common.

Wishing and waiting flutter,

her most fetching,

model confidant.

 

Making for patch of life as ragamuffin.

Test of tensile strength.

An enlightened urban uncivilized

untethered Phenom.

The girl is sycophant until the ask is great.

 

Come little man with scented vials.

You arrive to nocturne.

She cut a figure strange days and odd years.

A happy ending and Girl Friday.

Summer brought to crescendo.

A union of abstract rebellion.

Budding Lolita.

Stillness of the morning

speak in a whisper giving thanks.

Your approval is moving. ©GL