I sense the words askew,
in the recess of my soul.
It tends to lend some credence
if the ending is sublime...

Deeds recognized beyond you.
Does nothing leave its hole?
Develop something more than dance,
dessert my endless climb...

Ask only if you dare to view
a monster black as coal.
Address the thrill of holding hands,
and help me reach my prime...

Lust doesn’t mean a simple brew,
laid neatly in a bowl.
Life’s hugs are often happenstance,
left loving all the time...

In harmony we come as two;
I’m breathless from the toll.
It’s just another kissless trance
involved in a crime...

Scurrying thoughts without a clue;
succumbing from our stroll.
Shadowy dreams that will enhance;
some days are more sublime...

All I Got...

I got teeth that roam in the morning...
I got teeth that roam all the time...
I got teeth that smile and grin...
I got teeth that haven’t been brushed....

I got eyes that roam in the evening.
I got eyes that roam everywhere.
I got eyes that stare at the moonlight
I got eyes that haven’t been touched...

I got arms that reach for you daily..
I got arms that reach into space...
I got arms that need to be ‘round you...
I got arms with no one to hold...

I got lips that  seek what they yearn for
I got lips that never been kissed.
I got lips that drip from the passion
I got lips that kiss everyday...

I got dreams I dream in the nighttime
I got dreams that weigh on my soul
I got dreams that stay with me always..
I got dreams I hope will come true...

I got love from here to forever
I got love to give to you dear..
I got love to have for the asking...
I got love and wouldn’t you know....

A Coughing man with a baseball cap, and
a girl in green scratching and caressing
her tanless velvety legs.
Water cascading from the
unnaturally made stoic fountain...

And the man with the phone
in his ear, scrapes by my sunlit chair.
Couples lying and teasing each other
soaking long lost rays together
with eyes smiling for one another...

Palms playing and swaying in the cool breeze    
protecting and shadowing those
who chose the shade over sun.
And a man with a phone attached to his ear
glides pass the unsuspecting couple.

The owl and the eagle peering and
observing from their precarious perches
lifeless in their tachadermal state
expecting more of the very same
yet only a busy signal leaves its mark.

shiftless, shirtless man on the shelf above
gingerly stepping into the steamless pool
again the man with the phone in his ear
ambling and gambling with his call
and only he knows what we don’t.

We sit awaiting in the cool
thoughts of anything but school
counting, grading each new wave
boogie boarding is the rave.

Ben and Mike stroll toward the action
Me, I sit here like in traction.
Throwing pebbles toward the sea,
Me, I write these words of glee.

Strangers stop and tell the boys
‘bout  jellyfish they will enjoy.
Just walk a piece to yonder shore
to open up adventure’s door.