Lately I have been exploring the many forms of poetry, both new and old, because sometimes I find it easier to write with a blueprint. Ultimately I intend to try my hand at every form I come across, for the sake of expanding my horizons, though undoubtedly I will use some of them only once. …
Night beckons to lovers of all ages...
It started light Just a trickle A whisper A nibble on my lobe...
Samuel. Your name means, “Asked of God.”
Two feet stood there I tried to hurry past Then my hand grew warm
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied. Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
Darling, I love you more than I did yesterday less than I will tomorrow
Let me let you love me want me kiss me embrace me take my breath away
Washing my laundry, I thought, The time I have wasted. I should have invested it
Tonight I'll see you, darling, At the city’s light display, The festive celebration Of our Independence Day.