I want to know you.
I want to know you. Invisible whispers and silence photos they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Hello again.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
You are my Springtime.
You are my Springtime. (Johnnie need a warm day. So, I will write a Spring poem.) Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun,… Continue reading
I will remember you.
I will remember you. 1- We touched like lovers once. We needed to hold hands like lovers do. Softly I held your hands and our fingers dance into a perfect waltz. Interlacing, moving… Continue reading
Pretty Jen.
Pretty Jen. Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused. I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to… Continue reading
We shall live and we will know tears and laughter.
We shall live, we will know tears and laughter. Hello January, the cold Winter is here in Michigan.I am far-away from where I belong.Once, Winter was the days of writing and new dreams.… Continue reading
We danced for the stars.
We danced for the stars . Was a Texas hot summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring, and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Dear Andea.
Dear Andrea. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly.… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not. I dreamed of you. I dream of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs, and… Continue reading