Writings

Writings

My Love 

She felt him.
They lay close, together,
she heard his breath.
Soon sleep fell from her hands
into nights dark watch
where time gathered,
in silence,
ready for sunshine
that comes only
after church bells
fill the crack of dawn.
You will stir, turn, love me again
and with satisfied flesh move to sleep,
and I, will listen,
hear you breathe and keep you.

Shadows are longer at sunset.

Memories of love lie scattered,
bones on desert sands.
Unlike distant hills that color
are brittle, unforgotten,
flag differences,
struggles of separated lovers.
On some bright and sunny day
in a quiet moment
on the plains of the mind,
when least expected,
they hoist themselves,
visible they fight to return.
For one lover a noise,
a story of an angry mob,
screams and shouts.
For another
a tired beaten army in disarray.
Battles lost and colors stolen.
Some unremembered-
only carcasses.

Har-ley

Pressure 34
Black it stroked the road
Held, pawed
That virgin beast that spewed.
Held tight
Wanting more.
Something,
Pressure inside
To fill that space.
To rub against
To feel between thighs.
Ride
Deeper into paradise