By this music would I love you gently sweetly slowly (ever so slowly) I would love you deliciously fingertips on fire eyes closed lips parted tempted by the taste of you teasingly then lovingly sensuously torturously joyously I would love you love you love you…

With your hand in mine we race together back into time a time where our love lasted longer where it grew a bit slower where we were able to enjoy the sweet nectar within with your hand in mine i revealed a side only you…

all you see are shooting stars in the midnight blue sky  you close your eyes feel a soft breeze running its fingers and playing with your hair for a while… you are all alone, but feel at home in the darkness; then quite suddenly, you…

These things are dear to me Honed over the years The lips, the pen, and books to read These things are dear to me From now until the earth I leave Each trek I take These things are dear to me Honed over the years

I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re not here to comfort me to lull me back to sleep just loneliness and the sound of night Animals calling out for their mates or sign of protection to seal their fate A text…

Surprised and shocked My eyes are big And they go wild And wide open To catch all good And make it even better   Capturing all colours And flavours With all my eyes And all my senses Beyond all imagination My sensors are in rejoying…

Only once every 3,600 years the black planet passes through our solar system. Reading stories, theories, postulations, scientific papers, crack pot conspiracies disaster planning. Will it pass unnoticed or will we experience worldwide extinction as dinosaurs. Will we plan gather, hoard stockpile provisions or love…

At the point of no return. A phrase to represent an end. But it does not mean the finale. It is a beginning. The first gasp. Before the plunge.

Tiptoeing on broken glass I hear the laughter I see the smiles I smell the tears There is an elephant in waiting and a mouse in mourning twisting the remnants of triumphant repose. Glazed edges sense oblivion carved by the hands of crime tranquil empathy…

The sky illuminated. You, waking. Blue eyes among the strands of your long hair, on the pillow. You smile. Almost slow motion. Like in the movies. Could it be?