I tried to remember.
I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Sugar and spice.
Sugar and spice.. You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness.I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby?You gave me a… Continue reading
A Jazzy Tuesday. Just a Black Velvet lullaby.
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
I still miss you.
Dear Bridgette. I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my… Continue reading
Your face.
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
Jazzy Monday and some words.
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Dead flowers. Written and verbal poetry.
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes.
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
Scarborough fair.
Scarborough fair.. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you.
I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading