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Monday, September 30, 2013

Wet.

Liquid flows like cold fingers running
Over skin nimble, led by gravity.
Covering shivering spaces.
Coursing down limbs.
Salty secretions sweet.

With a delicate gasp in wet throes.
Cooling off after getting off.
Exuding passion into open air.
Allowing scents to wander away.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

In My Mind.

In my mind, a warm hand.
I hold tightly, to great relief.
Random shots. Video clips.
Things we'd do. Places we'd be.
(Holding) a warm hand.
In my mind, playing movies.
Alternate realities, other places.
All the trappings for a happier life.
Exist in my mind.
In my mind, old regrets jab.
Gleefully stab, only to remind.
Moments past fast recede.
Things missed. Places unseen.
(Longing for) a warm hand.
In my mind, senseless scenarios unfold.
They keep me looking ahead. Gazing with hope.
Another life, and a warm hand.
Encouraging me to press on.