29 Wednesday Feb 2012
Tags
BBW, christianity, creative, erotica, FA, fat, love, man, poem, poetry, post, sex, spirituality, woman
she tangled me in her private hairs,
as i kissed darkness sweet good night.
her fish porridge boiled
burning my tongue.
her searing heat
came in staccato
puffs smothering
the bushel’s
candlelight of
jesus’ simple love
embraces.
who seeks
ivory, bone arms,
when he can
lounge and suffocate
between
her
brown, thick
heaving heaven?
26 Sunday Feb 2012
Posted in Anthology, Poetry, Professional Ads
Tags
craigslist, dating, Frederick, heart, love, man, Maryland, Md, muse, poem, poet, relationship, romance, woman
(craigslist ad for a friend in Frederick, Maryland)
(for sale free, Frederick, Maryland)
(if he sounds interesting, let me know, and i will connect you.)
(if you would like me to write one for you, let me know.)
TITLE: Free Today: A Poet’s Heart
Any offer is best.
Rip it from my chest.
Pet it, hide it, eat it.
Afloat among your gastro hole acids
my delirious heart swims
pleased to dissipate
into your fibrous, scarlet walls
becoming nothing and you.
26 Sunday Feb 2012
Posted in Anthology, Poetry, Professional Ads
(craigslist ad for a friend in Frederick, Maryland)
(lost and found, Frederick, Maryland)
(if he sounds interesting, let me know, and i will connect you.)
(if you would like me to write one for you, let me know.)
TITLE: LOST: My Muse
I’ve lost my muse.
I crept away as she slumbered.
And, when I came with blooms for my June,
only her sensuous citrus scent remained.
If you see her auburn tresses
or sense wafts of orange zest
in your daily journey,
please share with her I long for her
and can only create verbose vacuums
expressing my heart’s new vacancy.
If she declares her freedom from my adoration
and wishes no return,
smile silently at her and repeat her disdain message
gently to me and teach me how to write
another blue ballad.
Empty, I await her or you, my dreaded love messenger.
24 Friday Feb 2012
“Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free?”
Her milk is the most fascinating, most rich, must nutritious, most wet, most delicious milk you will ever encounter in your life to the point it drives you to madness and suicide to know that no cows that offer this type of luxury and decadence are ever for sale.
“Owning” things that bring you pleasure pleases you.
You are permitted to watch more closely as she is milked by others.
You may be the last man to ever milk her.
You can set her free.
The cow loves you desperately.
You recognize she isn’t a cow.
