Category: The Angst of Loving


A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,

“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”

I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-

Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…

Tell me
you love me,
you’ll never let me go,
crumbled digital
remains, of time
betwixt sorrow time,
a joy filled tune,
carrot cakes, swindled
you, upon
bonnets grey,
humbled nouns
obey, stoic steeds lead,
a lion’s breath,
fetid, sour
filled kisses,
of love, sorrowful
love, in a
hand-breadth, torn
away…

A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,

“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”

I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-

Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…

Betrothed

Longing for the day
when morning’s sweet
embrace surrounds us-
the day, so cherished,
so far away,
when I hear your laughter
echo the roar of the ocean,
delighting the sun-
to be with you,
in the light of day,
no chattering box,
nor pending duties,
just you
and I,
under the clear blue sky,
through the passing of light
into the glory of night.