I’ve always known this was our destination,
Even if the detours were adventures.
Maybe I should have listened to the GPS
And never let my heart run off course.
I feel your breath upon my skin,
Your ache upon my breast
The cold water splashing,
A million stars twinkling
In desire I spin a tale
Of punishment and reward
My cheeks blush pink
My hips tighten
Your touch and goosebumps
The cloudy Milky Way
With fireflies’ delight
Has me up all night
Searching for shooting stars
In warm golden orange light.
- 3 January 2014
I miss the way you wanted to remove the corners from the world…
You found me there, in a nook you were trying to flush out..
I was as sharp as those bevels,
You, a complete contrast.
I cemented myself in that space,
So you could not polish out the edges.
The dark cold was a comfort
Where I could disappear,
Maybe just to make those angles extra jagged and brutal,
Though whether I was sharpening them for you or myself,
I’ll never be sure.
When you gave up,
When I gave up,
I shattered the blue corners all around,
But they haunt my dark cluttered spaces,
Inflaming briefly the curve I finally found,
When I was brave enough to walk alone
And drench myself in middle sun.
I miss the way you wanted to remove the corners from the world,
How your smoothness became jagged,
Now, I simply fear I turned you into one.
26 August 2013
I hate you, January.
I hate your melancholy ways…
I hate how you linger….
I hate how the most depressing days of the year
At your doorstep.
So… I realized a while ago, that I used to put poems online a long, long, long time ago, back when you had to buy web space for that kind of thing, or they offered it as a perk with your internet service. And, I realized that, I have no digital copies of all of my works… So, if there’s a fire in this house, I’m screwed. A lot of my “art” would vanish.
I created ”straight no chaser” at thepoeticb.tumblr.com as a blog under this identity, to kind of remind me to post there, maybe once a day or every few days. I can’t promise that I won’t edit, and reading back through some of my poems while I was married shows what a state I was in… But, if you want to follow, you’re welcome to. Or, if you just want to go, visit and tell me how awesome the theme turned out and not stay, I’ll understand that, too…
There will be, from time to time, some NSFW poetry and writings that end up over there… but, they will always be “under the cut” and, always be words, not images. If you want a link to my sexier blog (and you don’t know it), you just have to ask…
Just Visible began
Soul to soul
As a spark.
Laughter fanned the smoking embers
From Dull to Cherry.
Deep Orange raged into Clear,
While neither of us paid steady attention,
As caring took hold.
The smoldering inferno
Gave way to admittance that neither of us
Could control Whitish White.
But only through time and devotion
Does a flame turn from
Bright to Dazzling:
The unextinguishable glow
Where every truth is exposed
By blinding light
Burning two souls into one.
3 January 2013
Okay, so my publishing company Lachesis Publishing is promoting one of our authors - David Lee Summers - he writes Science Fiction/Fantasy and Horror. I’ve just edited some short stories that he wrote for an historical vampire series - really good! I like his writing. And he doesn’t write about wishy-washy vampires - these are hard core vamps!
And he is such a cool guy - he is an astronomer! wowee! he works at Kitt Peak National Observatory, outside of Tucson, Arizona but he lives in New Mexico.
Anyway - super nice guy - and a good writer - so i hope you’ll give his writing a try.
We’re offering one of his earlier books for free - it’s the first book in his Science Fiction series.
You can also get it for .99 cents at Amazon Kindle (so, that’s almost free) click here
For more info about The Pirates of Sufiro click here.
Not my thing, but just in case anyone is interested..