Love’s Lure
Clad in
designer togs
heady perfume
Smoldering
with allure
enflaming
Hooked
Don Juan
Hovered
fluttering
Crooning
swansong
swaggering
Fatal finale
Sensuous, slow
dance of death
at love’s altar
Immolating self
in complete surrender
Kindled, crumbles
Purified spirit
fire tested
takes wing
picture from internet
Freedom
To speak thoughts
From time to time
To not bite back words
All the time
Freedom to sleep at will
No more usual drill
Freedom to be just “me”
Inside out sans referee
A bit of tug of war, strife
To keep things humming, nice
Free as a soaring kite on frail string
To keep things in proper perspective
Freedom with responsibility
To own, eschew at will
Freedom sweet freedom
Tart, bitter sweet- if you will
The Bridge
Amidst accusing tears, fears,
Heartfelt hug, heart to heart,
Eyes to eyes, emotionally moistened
Breakthrough achieved, finally
Morals like ear- rings hugged the sun burnt neck
Sun kissed boats jostled playfully on love’s shore,
Nudging, moored firmly by love’s anchor once more
Riding highs and lows on waves of passion’s furor
Journey Forwards, Backwards
Tenderly carrying precious bundle
Carving memory keepsakes.
Reliving moments extracted
Out of own memory’s purse
Another tall loving chest
Cozy comfort of being held
Past present crisscross, a train
Arrives whistling, as one departs
Morning hours do a quick getaway
Afternoon hours purchase headway
Life zigzags forwards, backwards
Forward move leaving footprints backwards
Wolf At The Door
“Appetite, a universal wolf.” -Shakespeare
Wolf At The Door


