We Agree – Just Come Do Me

Doesn’t have to be complicated,
Does it? Maybe we should just do it?
Don’t you ever want it angry, hard?
Banging and coming, rampaging.

Come here then, knock on my door
Put your hand around it, beg for it.
Show me your breasts, to say yes,
I’ll do you like you wanted, promise.

Holy Shit, You’re My Accountant

You’ve done my taxes for three years.
I hire you for your diligence
but your body is amazing,
Beautiful how you dress so professional.

I can’t stop thinking about where things went
I ran into you, both of us alone by the beach,
Hiding out mid afternoon with our drinks
More buzzed than we should be that early.

On your third Cosmo, for me Martinis
We found an excuse to walk to my place
Once we arrived – to see my paintings
Lust hijacked our day, reconnecting.

Anatomy never before so efficient
Not half a minute – way up inside,
You began and kept coming, saying
“Oh my god, you feel so amazing.”

Face In Hands

Life, moving so quickly,
Art seems to have won
This battle for being.

I slipped back in
While trying to engage
Pursuits more rewarding.

The creating owns me
Outside of the ecstasy
it pays off nothing.

The loneliness is crazy
its magnitude  absurd
Had to be, maybe.

Fading and alone
I’m getting old
With no family.

Put my face in hands,
Wondering, is there
Still time for anything?

Face in hands

Taking Silent Measures

Sacrifice, Honor and Desire

True, it’s hard to stereotype and
Generalize people and be right.
But conditions and situations,
Can be unmistakable, universal.

I saw a condition this afternoon
and a total situation last night.
A girl caged by duty and goodness
devoted to someone, somehow loveless.

She’ll be around more and more often
By herself and less with boyfriend or husband
Every opportunity that is safe and looks prudent
Taken, critical sexual attention.

So often, as Sara was before last night
Too moral to cheat or misbehave, they
Hold their breath until instinct takes over
and they gasp into something overboard.

Look around at work and church, and
at the moms with the biggest hearts and smiles
Their eyes often document their wanting
Saying, “take me somewhere and fuck me!”

It’s sad to see, hard to fix their problem
They’re stuck with a lover who can’t or “won’t” them
And won’t with his touch and care describe
How precious and desirable she is to his life.

Sara was with us at the concert last night
Two girls plus her, two guys and no husband
He used the kids as his excuse, please
Sara responded by looking amazing.

We were packed tight for hours
Standing, drinking, sweating, zoning
Sara was in front of me, acting
Taking silent measures, grinding.

We all were squished and bumping parts
Sara moved and rubbed her ass on me,
In ways asses don’t do randomly.
She pushed tighter, honed her alignment.

She didn’t stop when I started growing.
Kept rubbing against me back and forth,
Nobody had a clue what was happening
She nestled relentlessly, I came.

Not a word or touch or evidence
Sara sinned loud with stealth body
Nobody knows but me and my dick
Now I’m buying two of every concert ticket.

Lady Christ My Territory

Lady Christ
Look intently but soft
Your vision is floating
She is alive in there.

Painted invitations
Like sheets over ghosts
Light up the divine in you,
Will anyone come see?

First Since Da Vinci
Miracles made  Visible
Divinity Impressed
The rest of reality

Can you see the world in there?

Can you see the world in there?

Without Sleep Nightmares Come to Life

Looking in mirror the other day –
Relieved my hair wasn’t bald or Grey
Like my dream, or
Nightmare, last night.

In my reflection for a while
I think about the nightmare –
the past couple years –
Figure out what was left.

The events that did this damage.
Nightmares I never thought would come,
Outside of a night’s terror here and there,
They came and they came – and come.

Last night, sleep absorbed
the yin version of my hair check,
Left only safe, positive
Yang outcomes for awaking.

I haven’t slept much through
this term of living horrors.
Had I awake absorbed both –
the yin and yang of living?

I walk outside,
See a big dead black bird
Right outside the door – stiff
on its back with claws straight up.

Wondering if now the bird
Sleeps away all the negative –
No pain left to live through –
Finally, dreamed it all away.

Or, will it only be nightmares
Here on out for this Fowl
Without the relief of waking up
to another chance, a better outcome?

If he now has nightmares,
I worry He’ll never awake –
Know that they aren’t real.
Will nightmares  never end?