The should of, the could of.
A July night memory. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Scars, we do have. And a beautiful Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
The soldier Bacchus prayer.
( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt.… Continue reading
She was a dancer.
She was a dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
I do; dear I do. Time is a cold-hearted thief.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once, I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
The gin and juice lullaby.
The gin and juice lullaby. Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading
Scottish kisses.
“The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts. And an amazing Elvis song.
My midnight thoughts. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes.
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
The damn road.
The damn road. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my Michigan love andI kissed her face and lips and I told her. Good morning. Her beautiful… Continue reading