Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Pieces of Me

I let myself care
Too much,
And little pieces of my heart
Lay scattered,
Like broken shards of glass
Across the world.
For every one I’ve shared
My love with,
Small or large,
They take me with them
When they go,
And I am less
For their departing.
When will I
When there is no more
Heart left
To share.


Copyright 2014

Saturday, 4 January 2014


She spoils the men —
young and old —
with whispered words
of want and need,
blown in through their ears
into the blood
that flows direct
to where they cannot
keep themselves aloof.

She rips away
their feigning calm,
their raging ego,
their raw machismo,
and shows them the real,
open wounds of lust
that fester with desire
for her ravenous mouth
for her flaming touch.

She steals their souls —
empty of will —
and fills them with
a feral craving
for a riotous, rollercoaster
voyage of discovery
inside the gluttonous,
scorching folds of
her welcoming cradle.


Copyright 2014

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Happy New Year!

 May the year bring joys to balance out the sorrow, peace to calm the conflicts, and love to destroy the hatred.  And may you find yourself, at the end of every day, glad to have found a friend, and perhaps a confidante, and anything else you may need, in me!  Be blessed, all of you!

Love and hugs,