Woman an enchanting paradox for some an alluring mosaic to my eyes A masterpiece of artistry and love She is a portrait of her laughter and long forgotten tears A collection of stunning jigsaw pieces of heartbreak and memories collected through the years She is a labyrinth of emotions a sweet sum of all her parts To truly appreciate the beauty of a woman you must discover the little girl for she will forever be a priceless work of art
A friend gave me a ticket to a Latin Moonlight Cruise (basically a floating nightclub). The ambience and music; perfect. The ladies….oh so beautiful. A perfect night for romance. One little problem…….it was couples night.
This poem and photo were born on that night.
An abandoned yacht sits on a dock Unsure if it will ever sail again My moonless heart Remains still Like a sailboat without a breeze He studies the sky Without constellations Finding a single star That winks back Advising him A ship only looks forward Reminding me Of the girl I haven’t met Where is she now Does she admire the night sky Is she loved Or is her heart moonless too
Flying to Las Vegas this morning. (Don’t ask me why, I loathe gambling.) Lonely Author will find something to entertain him in Sin City.
I would tell you all about my little vacation when I get back, but what happens in Vegas……blah, blah, blah.
I would like to dedicate this to my muse, if I had one, but I don’t. So, I won’t. (Wink Wink)
bubbles of love
Soaking in an effervescent tub of your warm poetry tiny inspirations burst all around me Sparkling suds of passion cleanse my soul of the unsightly stains of dirty lovers and tainted memories For you are the nymphet of my passions a sensual siren of sonnets The warm bath that never goes cold Now I find myself submerged in your verses blissfully drowning in the fountain of your never ending bubbles of love