I don’t feel love anymore
That is what is gone
Just an empty place
Not happy or forlorn.
It’s a vacuum of dark
With no absence of light
No reason for holding on
Or even to rail and fight.
It feels like a déjà vu
When all is said and done
I can’t stay here and smile
I can’t will myself to run.
I write in the morning
When the sun rises and smiles
And it doesn’t irritate
I have known all its wiles.
I can’t even wait for the moon
For it’s the same I’ll ever see
And I can’t wait for you or you or you
For waiting is no longer me.
Category: Poems
Flush
As the tongue invades in the mouth,
The body begins to gleam,
The heat invades further into completion
And parts of the body redden:
The lips, the back, the nipples.
It’s a blossoming of the wound,
The kneading of the ache,
The feeling of the pulse
Throbbing in parts mostly dormant.
The hand grips the back of the neck,
The pounding reaches the ears;
And when the kaleidoscope erupts,
The world is extinguished.
Possessive
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Where is the fault and what is the flaw?
if love unconditional remains,
where is the rapture from countless pains,
where is the ache that was meant to ease,
wherefore are the lips that ache to please?
why be human if letting go is divine?
why love if I am not yours as you aren’t mine?
Hearts Still Care 
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