Caressing Keys

My head begins to spin
I squeeze my eyes shut
So many unfinished stories
The year has been rough

Write a poem, maybe two
That will hold them over
It’s not enough, I’m overdo
Time to pull back the covers

My palms rest on the keys
As my blood begins to pump
My fingers twitch awake
For so long they’ve been numb




I stared across the park bench
Hanging on his every word
And nothing in the world mattered
Not even the fussing of birds
Fingertips brush like smooth keys
Clueless to the power he holds
Honesty seems to flow with ease
The nerves no longer cold
The touch can’t be duplicated
As fingers begin to graze
The feeling is reciprocated
And minutes feel like days
Breathing becomes harder
The longing goes longer
The heart beats get louder
The stupid smile on my face
I can’t stop what’s coming
So I live in this very moment
Soon reality will come running

Lemons for Lemonade

We Humans

We do the craziest things

Ignore someone

Attempting to retrain the brain

To try and get rid of

What drives us insane

Controlling road rage

Just by switching the lanes

Stupid humans

Life just isn’t that easy

It’s hurtful, it’s messy

It’s so fucking sleazy

And you have to deal with it

Love in it

Sleep in it

And there are no refunds

You’ll just have to keep it.



You criminal

Stealing my thoughts

And fueling them with lust

Your gaze, it haunts me

From dawn until dusk

I clinch my thighs

As the flashbacks roll in

Squeeze my eyes shut

And count backwards from ten

But your vision remains

Determined as ever

To drive me insane

So easily I surrender


Moonlight Sonata


Your eyes pierce mine
And the vision never leaves
Your nails against my skin
Play me like piano keys
And I sing so loud
For the audience next to me
The song your body demands
That I sing on my knees
You growl out the lyrics
And backup follows your lead
The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard
I’ve never been so pleased.


Rest, You Say

Rest, you say
As if I have a choice
For hours I’ve scream
Now I’ve lost my voice
But found my spot
At the tips of your fingers
Tongue to tip
With results that linger
And so I rest
Without volunteering
The traffic goes unheard
But my body, it’s singing
The song that you wrote
Loudly against my skin
Bodies soaked with pleasure
As we pretend