Jazzy Monday poetry. Pray for more.
Jazzy Monday poetry.1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love your eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body made… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams.
Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club and bar at Seaside. He was forced retired and slowly dying. You would never know it. He maintained his… Continue reading
Seconds in time.
Seconds in time… I learn in a bloody crazy life. Seconds become so important. I went to war in 1991. I called my Grandfather Reyes… Continue reading
Love beholds; love be bold.
Love beholds, love be bold I told Nicole, you awoke my slumbering heart. I love your beautiful face, your womanly curves and the elegant of your words when you speak. I love your… Continue reading
The waltz.
The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song. I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
One more dance.
So pretty. 1- Please walk with me, please talk with me.Allow our hearts to become one.I want my hand holding your hand and I want you to hear you sing, sweet love words… Continue reading
Lovely Liz.
Lovely Liz. With pen and paper, I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away. We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading
I was condemned.
I was condemned after I saw your face I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom, anda pretty lady sat alone, on a barren road on the back… Continue reading