The Adventurous Ones

Conjure your best scowl, wear it on the ferry

Dream of listless days when souls should be less weary

An undaunted passenger on a ride to who knows where

Destiny likes to tease, she’ll take you up on every dare

What you think you know becomes a simple mirage

And the entrance to your heart a Styrofoam façade

Little does the mind trust that beating fool

Before it follows suit and lets you break every rule

 

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Roadside Attraction

He took her flesh, left her heart on the side of the road

She braced for the concussion, the reverb of her soul

Distance crawled out of every crevice, left her open

The stars aligned but the moon found the sun was stolen

Lovers turned and tossed in passionate waves

Detours abandoned to follow what each one craves

Thunderous applause called from a gray sky,

Her abandoned heart picked up by a passerby

 

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Sass In the Satin

 

I’m not often caught by surprise, used to be common til I

Drowned in men’s lies, and then you appeared before me

Like a cloud across the sky, better keep moving lest you

Get caught by surprise; see this Southern belle as a quest

You need to con, or fall for her completely…wouldn’t

That be fun? Oh geez don’t let my bud catch any of

Your dew, for the heart squeezes tight when it

Considers me and you; berries on the bush, yes

The temptation is one for the ages, whispering

“Live your truth” are the voices of the sages; and

We shall surely dance around this rhythm we

Know; marionettes flail their arms and legs

As we clap for the show; gentle is the touch,

Sweet your very taste, lustful on the vine,

Your hands are full of grace. Throw caution

To the Wind, let your freedom find a trail,

No justification needed when you

Set that final sail. This is but a rhyme,

Don’t be so morose, figure a bag of candy

Is sweeter than your prose, and just as I have you,

You’d surely take flight, as a bird with healed

Wings after a grounded fortnight.

 

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Beer and Napkins

Shy guy with the soft smile and gentle eyes,

She found herself in that awkward place where

The gaze floats unintentionally, holding

Brief moments of curiosity and attraction,

Belly flutters and the wonders of discovery

Flavor the air like honeysuckle in bloom,

One drop of its sweetness desired…

He inspires with a gentle kiss and a whispered

Hunger to feel the rhythm she moves to; oh yes,

They will dance

Over a Glass of Red

Eager is the night, stars’ egos on display,

(Shhh…their charm lies in their confidence)

Anticipation heats the space between reaching hands

You speak, and your words are golden streams,

Heard as a blur as I watch your lips with need;

I know your kiss, as you do mine

The waiting is torture, but exquisite, I’m sipping

The moments like you do your glass of wine

 

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Exchanging June Gifts

 

Sweetness, designs on a fragrant bloom

No fuss, pomp and circumstance

Rejected for a thorny stem;

Lesser truth be known by Romance

Or the romantical on whim;

Pride is the dress worn by the bride,

 

Deceit is that worn by her groom

Justify your plan, no man has

Time to find a pebble on the moon

 

 

Never…

I never knew the secret whispers of the wind

Or the reckless urge to kiss a stranger

I never knew the solace of simplicity

Or the gentle hold of a workingman’s arms

But I know these things in you;

 

I know truth and grace and need

I welcome the uncomfortable

Surge of unspoken requests from my

Passionate cravings; allow me

To drift into your embrace for one

Momentary lapse of sensibility

 

I shouldn’t speak of my desire

For your nectar, sweet on my lips,

Forbidden thoughts and like

Electric currents, they are

Intended to exploit a charge

 

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So the Legend Goes…

 

He’s not so particular when it comes to the female sex, only requiring the usual accoutrements. He likes them in boots, skirts, or jeans. He likes to watch them walk, one of his favorite things. Long hair or short, doesn’t matter.

She can be tall or she can be short, he has affection for all, but some he favors a little more. He acknowledges there is no greater mystery than that of womankind and her gifts to history, how she withstands all that man has applied to her, still smiles and beguiles to rise to her destiny.

He desires and he loves, enthralled with her figure, the way she laughs, and blushes red when he’s with her. There’s nothing more divine than to see her wake from a restful slumber after he feels her shake.

This gift of soft flesh, wrapped in his arms, he’d never let her know he was already torn between her precious quirks he’d so come to admire and a cute young blond whose eyes burn with desire. He found himself in such a difficult place, for the women are a plenty. If he were intended only for one, why on earth are there so many?

 

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Paper Doll

 

His words caught her eye,

She’d read a poem, story or both

Before the ink was dry she’d sent him a little note

 

She cut him from the page

Said, “yes, I think you’ll do”

Dressed him in her mind the way she wanted to

 

She keeps him in a drawer

Pulls him out when she wants to play

She tells him that she loves him,

That he’ll be real one day

 

Two dimensions are more fun

The rules are easy to make

He hopes when she unfolds him next,

His paper heart won’t break

 

 

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The Deep Blue

I understand you, in the way that the planets understand the universe

Sealed in some effortless way,

Our connection bound to promises

 

Made in that unspoken language of need,

In an uncomposed melody of the heart;

I felt your rhythm at once and you entered my soul;

 

I am the cynic.

You cast me into the murky waters of belief, and I,

I surrendered to the wave

 

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