Black Embers: Scenes From A Mirror

August Attraction, September Love.

For a long time I thought myself done with love And other emotions Except anger and laughter. Yet, what is this emotion I feel? I desire you. But it isn't desire that I feel. And I want to... Read more →

A Piece Of Meat.

It was a line from an Elton John song That resurfaced the memory. "I'm not a present for your friends to open", Except that I was. It didn't have to happen. But the universe is full of random... Read more →

Silent Love

She never told me she loved me. Nor I, her. Though it would have been easy for me to do.. But I knew I was just a sojourn. A hiatus. An erotic escape from her husband. I suspect... Read more →

Portrait Of A Beautiful Precipice: A Fantasy In Black And White.

I shouldn't do this. Write these words, I mean. Words that expose my soul Bare my erotic attraction And betray my emotions To a woman who consciously May not have asked for any of it Simply and hopelessly... Read more →

Requiem On A Sexual Memorial

Dear Mrs M. In spite of the great loving. And all the special eroticism of Sweet unfettered sex, We both knew that what we had Could never last. That what we desired Could never be. So You acted... Read more →

Stained Portrait

Dare I close my eyes And look into my mirror? Dare I risk seeing that which I resist? Yet fail to reject? Loving what I am; Hating what I see? The reflection of a man Women desire for... Read more →