I’ve apparently been here under this particular alias for 3 whole years. Some of you remember my previous blog, some don’t. I’d like to think I’m far more mature but that’s always hard to tell. I’ve been blogging pretty consistently on one site or another over the course of 10+ years and I don’t …
Month: February 2016
It’s her full pouty lips I imagine them pursed Sucking at my skin At the hollow of my neck On my taut nipple By the dip of my navel Down to the curve of my hip I imagine returning the favor So she’ll develop a crush on me
The past becomes a murky mess When time and distance sweeps through The promise of passion Lures more than love could The echo of hand to flesh rings true And what I thought I needed Reduces down to simple things You relearning the contours of me.
Displaying a body of work Staring at empty canvases Wondering when ideas will coalesce Will the product please the painter?
Mirror Mirror On the wall Am I the fairest Can you see me at all? A late Boobday? Trying to figure out if I should do sinful Sunday? Enjoy it either way.