I like the fact that you're not mad about me...

I like the fact that you’re not mad about me,
I like the fact that I’m not mad for you,
And that the globe of planet earth is grounded
And will not drift away beneath our shoes.

Wanderlust

Music halls with
walls dripping history
and wallpaper equall

Mississippi

Mississippi nights,
jazz, getting lost in the vapor
the bad magic.

In these hiccups
of time

Something is different
Legs wrapped about his
waist and eyes
glowing so brightly
I must look away

Alabaster skin turned golden by scented, oiled water and candles' glow.

Tangle fingers
mercilessly
into copper strands

Ocular aqua gems
trickling alone
in darkness
where no sounds
leak in
harsh moans
muffled in damp down

Back burnered, I simmer
Slowly heating

What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest

The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
and a day job.

The baring of crosses
Ancient pains
As old as Adam
For all, in all walks
Fate can grant
No living heart mercy

My dear
Silly you
She wants to put make up on you
Then lick it off

Palette
Collar Bone
Thighs
Neck

Someone who does not run
toward the allure of love walks
a road where nothing lives.

You could caress petals
into blossoming
whipser the stars into
blazing fires
amids the light of day.

When I am sitting at the door of a tavern,
I, Ishtar, the goddess,
Am prostitute, mother, wife, divinity.

I sit as the world speeds by me
distances and masses shrinking
bringing you closer

Unbearable to be so near
and not touch you

The lily-flower is not more fair,
And white than was her brow, and there,

A love song that once filled the rowdy bars of 12th century France, belted out by the vibrant population of students.

I have always had an affinity to the writers of old.

One of my earliest loves was Publius Ovidius Naso (Sulmona, March 20, 43 BC), a Roman poet known as Ovid. His work had a great influence on European writers and artists for centuries. He wrote a fantastic collection of poetry, my favorite being the Amores. It is to him I can accredit my first thoughts of becoming a companion.