My dreams
Are wrapped in silver strands of hair,
Lost in brown-sugar brown.
Wordless eyes watch,
As a poet drones half-hearted words.
While green blankets of clothes,
Pillow my restless day dreams,
Of soft masculine hands,
Against the red- goose flesh of my
Uncertainty.
Tender hungry kisses,
Laced with age.
Made rough with salt and pepper seasoned facial hair;
The Sweetest Sandpaper.
The Smell of half stale cigarettes
While the noble hook nose presses
Into heated,
Pulsing
Flesh of an
Arched neck.
Kaki colors and brown tie shoes.
Eyes I want to see your eyes,
That is all I am wanting right now.
The slant of the spine under my, fingers
Soft gentle smiles in dim lights
And his hands;
Soft, tender, posses.
Lust for the unseen.
The flow of ideas, all from a
Glance.
The taste of an ashtray ignites a flame unseen.
The smell of skin,
Temptation and Desire.
I can know for certain,
Love is not dead;
Just Dormant in my veins.
