Pierced through my skin, as sudden as a hornet’s sting, The lingering sensation left on my hands by his stroke. My lips wither outside of his taste; O does my body know How to turn desire into true demand. What once was a wish now boils in my blood, Looms over my waking dreams, cradles … Continue reading Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.
I want you to fall in love with me The same way the flower falls in love With the rising of the sun on the Eastern shores, Those Boston winters capping the cold buds, A dark center, kept to itself, Until it unfurls with a moment Of spring time winds and morning mist; Fall in … Continue reading Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.
She does a worn soul good, like campbells chicken soup On a stormy, chilly day pent up all alone In this place we call November, Ohio. She brings back the heat to the center of your body And you can feel it radiate to the tips of your frosty toes Until time flies, until eyes … Continue reading It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.
That little light from your lampshade 