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Deadbeat Deadlift

When I see you, I want to lift you. Hard body smooth under my rough hands, your cold accepting my heat, you make me (k)ne(a/e)d you. But your soul is heavy in my hands; I adjust my grip and strain... Continue Reading →

Love Remembered

He kissed her forehead, sweetly. I remember her. I remember her long, wavy hair, Soft against my nose as she pressed her forehead to my lips, Smooth skin warming my insides, Small hands laced together in the small of my... Continue Reading →

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Tragic Desire

One of life's greatest tragedies Is that you can't choose Your desires. You can be what you want But not want what you are. Work your whole life to get there Only to find you now want here not there.... Continue Reading →

Dark Repose

He looks tranquil in his dark repose, Thoughtful maybe, peering into space. But do you suppose Again he'll turn, the world to face?   It's behind the mask, Where he lets nobody see That you can finally ask Do you... Continue Reading →

When Good Enough isn’t Good Enough

After spending so much time and money Fixing the drive-train, the brakes, When is it worth it to fix the stereo? I've caged my demons, Though still they shriek, I've conquered my mountain; Precarious precipice holds for now. Yes, temporary... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Two Hearts

There is never a dull moment in the sea of love; Staggering heights point irresistibly To precipitous drops toward valleys of heartbreak. Raging rosy water, Unstoppable undulations, Exercises in excitement; An active heart is a healthy one.   Sail upriver... Continue Reading →

What the hell, might as well

"What the hell, might as well" Were not the words I wanted to hear As you lean in Impossible beauty in slow motion Ringing my bell Again.   On the last night Before I leave this town indefinitely You are... Continue Reading →

Live

Stand. Stand in the pouring rain, Arms outstretched, Face to sky, Reveling in the sensation of it.   Walk. Walk in the scorching heat, Hand in slimy hand, Brows channeling rivulets around eyes, Experiencing the hardship of it.   Sit.... Continue Reading →

The Lovesong of the Lonely Nomad

He's a nomad; At home everywhere, But more importantly, Nowhere.   Drifting in the winds of life, Rambling in the streams time, Fleeing the past, Pursuing the future.   He's chasing perfection, But fleeing from greatness, Close is too far... Continue Reading →

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