beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


i find the sacred

In the ordinary

Take pleasure in

The little things

To seek the loss of ego

In the warm cradle of your flesh

i move through the world

With little judgement

In fervent, persistent pursuit

Of sweet glories

Take my soul in yours

I can change a lightbulb

Or a plug

And still draw sweetness

From your darkest days

If tomorrow I fade

Let my passing be whispered

On the breeze

That I say your name

Over and over


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s