ForeplayFragrant words rise from the pages with acts of courage and chivalry.Foreplay6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft tales etched into eternity with ink as blood. Committed, loud.
Dreams running riot as they push for realities.
Acknowledgement in the midst of the chaos of focused attentions.
Set free to be the mindset, the bold tattoo beating hard, the fixational truth.
Endured by Time's lonely rampages, the vellum sweats.
Waiting to be devoured by hungry, beautiful eyes.
The crumpling sounds as soft hands awaken the whispers behind the words.
Understanding just a desire of the spark drawn out of the creator.
Where the nomenclature idles, ready to be spoken aloud to receptive ears.
Masked in sweet lovers guise, the carnal, guttural tones begin to appear.
Dressed in layers and woven into the fabric. Veiled, the form strips to tease.
Read again, entendres extracted and revealed. Mouth a gasp to writers delight.
Heaving bosom and quickened pulse the only signs o
The perfect morningcoffeeThe perfect morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what you see ...Gilt edged eyes piercing perceived perceptionswhat you see ...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wide brimmed smiles for those who amuse and delight
Sensitive ears covered with the din of the yearning muse
Rapid pulse of the slow and steady paced
(racing times advances)
Heavy breathing motions the pull and the push
(of the next in line)
Devil scruffed hair catching aura curled tails
(snaking off on visual tangents)
Rough hewn beard on the downward stroke
Age old wrinkles the story of these very odd years
(and still counting)
Battle bred scars mine to burden the naked bare
(on the inside and out)
Break neck speeding towards a longing touch
Broad back fighting for the tooth and nail
Lithe legs grunting under the weight of another expectation
One strong mind's fragile outlook on a beautifully macabre world
(or vice versa)
Time elusiveThere was a time ...Time elusive5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are no longer there
Gone from memories cherished
A story's pages ripped and shredded
Chosen is a path ...
One we cannot see
A defiant walk strides within
Coerced anger the new friend
Now is what it is ...
The steady rock crumbled
Heavy shoulders slumped
Weary head finally bowed
The candlelight dies tonight ...
The dark will scare
Shadows will advance
Wind will howl at nothing left
Chosen is your path
Now is what it is
The candlelight dies tonight
There was a time ...
De-thronedShuffling about with monkish zealDe-throned6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taking chances hiding in doorways
Skinny jeans to complete the look
Verve for the slacker trance with cap in hand
Pale earth shudders in light filled cracks
Arse about devoid of dark places to hide
Tight tees malign the corruption
Dirty shoes the clowns crowning glory
Come visit a different time
Earth and space taking left of stage
Undressing to naked demands
TendrilsThe way you drape one leg over mine.Tendrils5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the park.
Morning sun warm on contented faces.
New papers fluttering in tune with a zephyr breeze.
Soft blades of green tickling naked toes.
Coffee long forgotten and slowly cooling.
Backs firmly planted on a well worn rug.
The way my head rests over loving heart.
In the field.
Dappled light as plump white clouds pass by.
Invisible stream sighing whilst crossing a cavorting path.
Ants stealing morsels of pick 'n nick delights.
Wine bottle beckoning another pour.
Hair mussed with dried and flakey grasses clinging unabashed.
The way our fingers shyly reach for the other.
In the garden.
Shadows play hide and seek as the Jacaranda stretches tall.
Birightly scented flowers dancing with windy gusto applied.
Butterflies to'ing and fro'ing on look at me flights.
Beer glasses glinting in sun streaked moments.
Chance glances chasing cheeky smiles.
A Vulture's TaleVying for blank stares and gaping mouths.A Vulture's Tale6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Descending to devour flesh and squabble.
Hearty meals of the bloated and corrupt,
over which they all do quarrel.
Feeding off austere poses of awe and disgust.
Cheshire grins and beating wings slapping ground.
Frenzied attack on dead-eyed glances,
tossing rotting meat gullet down.
Furious shrieks as decay slakes its thirst.
Picking bones clean of the meat they ingest.
Waddle wings held proud and high,
daintily bounding from one mess to the next.
Death a pauper on the outside looking in.
Hatred for slowly fattened, feathered frights.
Rotund and heavy in worldy girth
from continual gluttonous, rotting delights.