Passion

passion pulls me closer

despite a distinct notion to slow down

plunging in

pulling back

letting go

into each others arms

Physical Love

Thinking of your touch...

hungry hands devouring my body

caressing my most intimate

flesh hot with desire

anticipation

to feel your strong fire.

Comfort

I remember your face

from somewhere in a dream

or memory so long ago faded

like an old photograph

not smiling

but a sad, longing look

staring deep into my soul.

Now drawn to you,

held in your arms

a fleetingly familiar feeling

pulls me closer

allows me to let go

for one brief second

then relentless reason

slides between us,

returning to the present.

My thoughts remain with you,

as I have been in yours,

and I wonder

what became of these lonely lovers

in a life long ago forgotten?

tomorrow's dreams, yesterday's garbage

who the hell thought up this system

of rights and wrongs

of dollars and sense

this way of life

is slowly dying

at the hand of big media

big medical

big money

and small towns

small businesses

family and individuals

suffer in the wastelands

created by these conglomerates

who the hell wants to continue

in this so called society

where the only thing that matters

is material

the only thing that has worth

is worthless

and the things that are truly precious

are cast aside in swollen trash bins

tomorrow's dreams

treated like yesterday's garbage

Alarmed Robbery

everyone is finally nestled down in their beds
not one
not two
no less than five fire and rescues
scream past the house

send a police car too, boys
cuz I've just been robbed!