Outlinning Life's Big Contradictions.
Please tell me what my love does to thee?
Big billows of hickory, hemp, saliva infused smoke.
Whisking through and rapping me like a cloak.
A swiffle, tickling my esophagus, kissing and caressing my temples.
Wanderlust filled, flabbergasted by our enchanting exchanges.
I’m not mad, he made my day; when he walked away.
Love no more, He went away.
As I stood in the doorway and watched him walk away.
The night moves and all souls follow.
At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows….
At night we Swallow
From my spine to my mind.
Navel cord and time.
Binding me and stringing me
They say eagles are a sign of good luck but all I saw was a vulture!
Tink, tink; does that mean death?
Death to my old ways?
Death to a bitter soul?
Bless your feet, so you may walk straight to me.
Most of all bless your lips, that they may meet mine’s. I pray you wont be shy and continue to kiss me…
