A Valentine’s Day Poem 2

  The empires we built With hand, heart and lips And the one room we couldn’t fill With the confluence of my little passengers To your little planets And in our twilight we will look back Fondly at our crumbling exteriors And wonder why A little tumbling ball of cells Was beyond any sky or…

A Valentine’s Day Poem

I imagine all the things Sappho would have done to my wife And I clutch onto all the tongues She speaks in; and the ones she doesn’t. And I can only embrace, Her tongue My wife’s tongue My tongue Bliss’s tongue.

Why my Wife and I don’t make Love All Night……..

Hmmm, making love all night Like Boyz-II-Men and other boy bands of the 90s Sing, is no easy feat. For instance my anatomy Or mis-anatomy, which I would love to call “Mr Big” Has a short shelf life, slayed by his own Need to detonate like a grenade or gun. My wife and I have…