POETRY

11 - Morning Dew

Dew falls from the branch,The little robin quivers,Burning pupils don’t.

10 - Her agent

I can barely behold your beacon light, Undeserving, unknowing, your features designedBy a craftsman with skill, luck, perfect sight. You, never before had anyone managed to define. Are the perfect frames, like...

09 - Geographic Channel

If a God did make this land, she did rather well. Perfect breasts form hills that please the eye, a stream that forms a belt. Emerald skin with virtuous imperfection. A secret...

08 - Traded Amber

Beautiful catlike eyes bore like vacuous curiosity,Summer pallet hues stare free beyond angel curls.Perfect features that I adore in clarity,Your lips, warm with lust, part and unfurl.  Inside you, all...

07 - Untowarred Mother

Its funny. My mother would rather me go to war than to fight,She'd rather I kill or die trying than to see my pride shattered,If I lost our little duel,...

06. Not a poem

Maybe --      if I wrote myLetters like IDidn't FUCKING      know English you'd Read them.