Drink of me, my love…
Drink of me, my love…. I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything.… Continue reading
Drink of me, my love…. I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and not everything.… Continue reading
Coffee, you and me…. “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.” … Continue reading
The wildflowers…. Wild flowers and sweet dreams.Dancing nude and free.You were my perfect woman.I was your Bob Dylan.Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world. We would travel to photo the wildflowers… Continue reading
Bad to the bones…. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
Dear Belinda… I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl I ever known. When I looked into her eyes,… Continue reading