Pure Velvet

Companion is currency.

Drive by winter.

I’ve felt the charms her disparate.

Tinge of romance and I’m obliged.

 

I’ve tapped wavelength.

Cast bigger shadow than subsequent.

She’s pure velvet. 

Run about my orbit, 

this is wonderland.

Companion in space.

Offer self and take same time.

She love hard given to direct her and is torrid.

Congregants of a mind untold unpredictable

who better and why? 

 

Tug of serotonin measure increment.

To everything your weird science.

Wind whip of which swirl of sentiment.

Bedlam in the midst.

Macabre and dreadnaught. 

She is fury, now kitsch. She persist.

She give life to introspect.

The horror of hunger,

grasping best they could.

A cadre enlightened unconventional heterosexual.

Thrill to death.

Dress is meaning and beneath that is grimace.

The lonely is now categorical.

She charm the thing.

The egoist your profile.  ©

I and my partisan

trip the light mind bending.

Over the shoulder euphoria.

Magic man my exotic notes.

Day dream of you wild stylized.

 

Material notion of success

part of the tome.

The body unencumbered.

Bide that front of mind.

The need prescient

lost on me. 

The context a dear figure G©

Hunger Is A Driver

A girl should care of fright.

I talk her through the macabre.

I haunt the dunes and the park.

The exotica fool romantic.

I am this Bedlamite.

 

She shriek like insides on fire.

Semblance of gentile she survivor.

Love is dead by its hand

it come to be so.

 

Death of the Duchess.

You like the pose.

Fire and couture.

She have me her advantage.

 

Dyed in the wool

rainy day poet meant for you muse.

Event of romantic import.

Every belle in the cohort fellow zealot.

She amenable lass with

machination of fair game.

She turn to it for I know she take

initiative to vice

like you haven’t threshold for me.

 

Alright then.

She with the sweet water rose of war

for the wicked made constant.

Loyal whole cloth.

The pang like promised us.

I’m coming back.

 

Same as horror cover the square.

The burning leaves sweet smell of welcome.

Big news that reach coven.

Imagine the town back when 

and legend Bedlamite.

Nightmare spread 

a girl should care of fright.

Proof of my love she is warming to.

Caught in the swaddle I remember everything.

I’m aggressive, blessed manna

intoxicant monument of a sight.

Sense her virtue under threat.

Should I, would she tell? ©

Omen

Actors in coitus.

Her secreta is gold.

The despair is thick.

She ford the enlightenment.

Better in the throes 

is how it should.

Venture into day 

from the stark

was no escape.

My indelicate

is bias.

 

I see your covetous

aint casual use.

We salon none the less.

I’m all the party.

The violence.

The penultimate town 

square range war.

The hate in real time. G©

Misinformation

 

The misinformation to fit the day.

The majestic her face is white.

Stars and bars and from the fringe,

false Prophet.

American Apartheid.

 

Domestic terror allegiance of doom.

The opposition party abscond in unison

against convention the misinformed.

The radical claim of patriot.

I Asphyxiate on dream sequence equality.

 

It transmit through droplet.

The lonely social distance.

I dream love from it.

There is me edge of the sea.

 

Trust has withered 

my past lives.

The shuttered.

The once bustling.

New normal harken

fear a black planet.

When history written,

evolution of poor sport.

In this loss of irreplaceable treasure.

And Geek to void of Rush Limbaugh.

Voice to the vilest of theory

for the consumption 

the blackest heart.

 

We should be like Venezuela. 

Or Myanmar.

Steady wavelength of racist trade.

Migrant crisis and ghost ships.

Come a day no masks.

We can embrace and hold hands.

Bewitched by the trees.

Sweet nothings in their sway.

Now vaccinated she slap my face

for a kiss long waited.

G©

Tender Mercies II

Rain accelerate the day on.

Is classic dark days.

Rain is old bones lover.

Siren in wanting.

Suffer dullards finger her

threadbare garments.

Hers leavings hold you to me.

Is cold and stark but good.

Muddy water

run aground.

Inner thigh wolven.

She is handsome

and well settled 

the little room.

Bed and books.

Immerse in poetry.

The closeness of the room.

Flag of the resistance.

All around menace

Bedlam.

Urban legend.

Her’s melancholia about me

Is for her life this why. G©

I am established all the

places you go.

All amenities afforded.

With yours coloring

I’d spoil you through.

Period dress they found her

render her prone.

I press the hallway 

when mania.

I’m nights recounting such.

Creep the Grand Tower.

Mine inelegant win her over.

I have her’s confidence and

times is close quarters.  G©

 

Tender Mercies

Patagonia

When last seen she argue

with men below her station.

Strike him about the face.

Call him out of his name.

It’s how to be martyred.

Disparage his vineyard.

Death of the Duchess.

 

Patagonia and the prime

of the parliamentary.

Old money and old wine.

Cajole her to cross the water.

She cross by moonlight.

She is barefoot the whole while.

Positively quiver. G© 

Come black bird 

sign of the exotic.

An oasis of the curious.

The cliffs and 

the sunken ships.

The delirium 

and the follies.

The lapping at 

the theater door.

They drink and they fight

to pen the death of the heroine.

Treacherous waters.

When the pubs let out

they draw pistols.

She come out of the dark.

South Village stage

and blood moon.

It is murder to cast. G©

Yon Light

Yon light from the Gods 

as we in the beat.

A pulse made craven.

Low light and appearance 

walking on air.

Find a bard and you give over.

You're that change all 

stricture love.

Her figure timeless. 

It come to a head.

 

The rain drag the window.

Leave to me sentiment.

The skies are such color.

Pure exotic of a mind.

She damsel in straits 

assume is any moment.

Whatever tread she is excited.

She craven as I.

All the muster from youth.

Presume you same.

I’m which you’re entitle.

Your familiar what end?

G©

Blood

Blood

The thrill as for the actors. The sea at the back of the house. Arrive in the dark and engage the room. There are tool the same end. The place is smoky. There’s plenty of drink. Wager a game of chess with the food. Music. Wine. Sex. This we toast.

There music and laughter. There figures all sides. Fluorescent lighting whip and party people like I am novelty. A symbol of status you’ve had me.  Like spider and web. The truth bold and reverent. Your thoughts scattered. Figure we’d best for last. Unremitting and the zeal for me. Misery make bedfellows. She’s all in. In her eyes a certainty. My intention now as then you resist. Suppose there’s a story his sinister. What make we push the edge as if there elasticity at the fringe? Naught clue to mystery and mystique. I was shown by shrew. That is to say she come striding, unrepentant as she like. And I am the flashpoint.

Blood

As if we haven’t at least once. Like is no great design. The power be envy of. What they won’t for blood. His admission without prodding. The walls are thin. The chemicals in the paint. The occupants in a trance like state. Dogs with their barking as they are now while my comrade is talking. He speaks less of his weakness but the populace. It’s when the debutante with her crown bends as if she’s the talent ‘round. For vials or whatever. Before the fever previously just creeping up in full force. Those who wonder where she goes where the sun close enough to boost her up. Is the eyes that tell it. Bright as beacon. In contrast black of night. A time of times do further with less and dreams of vamp in black dress. Visions of love and laughter leaves one scatterbrained and melancholy after. She swears she knows nothing of vamp. What they do. But she knows door to street level. These narrow halls. Ancient walls and buried within them…G©

Mine Animal

Mine animal 

for fleet afoot.

She suffer me for she need

is faster than she run.

Days of strange

she with the broods.

 

Seen it have I never sweeter.

Callow waifish thing.

Pang from under.

I am your nothing man.

Your something for nothing

stop frontin’ man.

 

She’s for Slip into the supple

I’ll have her spoke for.

They hang on my words.

There haunt of lodgings.

I’m suited to the game.

 

Frame your enigma

needful things.

Need not be formal

but form and function.

Is for her life.

 

Relive it and again.

We are timely.

At once Your panties

out of sorts.

Suddenly her panties couture.

So is game on.

We’re in bed the day on.

Some sudden it gin up.

The consummate Sub. G©

 

I Know You

I Know You

I know you where and when.

Your brash and hands on.

Meanwhile what it feel like?

With the music and the lights.

She look like she should be one.

As the music keep on.

Feed the need to feed on.

Happens I’m marked from jump.

Suppose she suppose

I’m not alone.

Like she entitle

I’m her bone.

What it feel like

with the mood and the hype.

The fight or flight.

The when and where and times.

Hands on.

Your hands they press your

close to the vest. 

Some wicked she endure 

and keep her virgin. G©