The Pacific…
The Pacific… The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt… Continue reading
The Pacific… The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt… Continue reading
Broken angel… Beautiful angel, the war is over for us. We did the good fight and you and I. Need to rest. Find some light in the darkness. Our blood soaked hands, our… Continue reading
A wisp of a thought… Pretty girl sat alone. She moved her pretty legs slow and easy. He watched the legs moving and I adored her pretty face. He turned back to my… Continue reading
Maybe love, maybe not? Poem one- Dear Bridgette, please allow me to hold you in our small bed. Please my dearest love, let’s make this our greatest night. Please take your long bath… Continue reading
A million kisses… She asked me. How many kisses do you need? I told her, I need a million kisses dear Bridgette, maybe more? She laughed and she asked. Why so many? I… Continue reading
Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were less sad now and she told me. Thank you Johnnie… Continue reading