my pillow waits for you
forlorn shadows
hang like colorless tapestries
on barren walls
that reverberate no sound
a frame with no photo
rests on a dresser
resembling a weary wanderer
desperate for a smile
beyond my world
entwined lovers
mutate into carnal wolves
howling at the moon
a baby weeps
tears of forget me nots
in a world eclipsed
my pillow waits for you
soliloquy
my baritone heart
sings on a lonely stage
before empty seats
longing to be a duet
he dreams
of your soprano heart
here alongside of me
without you
a crowded auditorium
appears barren
as the insistent echo
of my baritone heart
rings in hollow halls
he croons a ballad
a song meant for two
a song unrequited
a soliloquy
he composed
just for you
from day one
.
Intoxicated on breast milk
I let out a little puke
ruining my favorite
baby loves mommy bib
Loving all the attention
I was never shy
about inviting babes
back to my crib
Soiling my diaper
Sticking out my tongue
I’ll pull your hair
just to have a little fun
Your mother warned you
About guys like me
For I’ve been a bad boy
From day one
.
Hope I made you smile.
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Grateful for all the warm messages and wishes. Doing much better now. Thank you.
Now, let’s get back to poetry………my muse deserves that.
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My muse
is a prism
for when she writes
I see the other side of light
As I read her words
I become an unraveling knot
That slowly comes undone
If she knew
how she brightens my darkness
with her inspiring poetry
my muse would understand
she is a prism
illuminating a spectrum of love
deep inside of me
.
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our little secret
My love
everyone wants to know
our little secret
can’t they see
you live in my poetry
For every beautiful word
every little inflection
is an alluring reflection
of you
For I never seek inspiration
in the birds or bees
or classic Greek tragedies
This poet writes
by inclination
Don’t tell anyone
of this little revelation
there’s no denying that it’s true
our little secret
My heart beats metaphors
just for you
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
denial
When I vow I will stop thinking of her
it’s because I can’t stop
When I say she is forgotten
the truth is, she is not
Look at me denying I am in denial
and I don’t know where to start
Perhaps I can deceive my friends
but I will never fool my heart
My brain continues to remember
what my heart refuses to forget
so I’ll continue to pretend
I’m not haunted
by the girl I haven’t met
