Chortling birds, amused by my sleepy morns chatter and clatter past my window to the trees where roosts the hens and chicks of buzzards, turkeys, eagles and hawks. Turkeys are the funniest things with Toms that strut and puff like kings, Tail feathers spread and…

The love for biology Started from her Mother’s stories Of dissecting cockroaches Of writing records Of studying butterflies in their cucoons Of magnifying into tiny leaves   And then came a teacher Who multiplied this love By showing flowers And the rarest ferns By teaching…

you tantalize and tease I fall to my knees your sweet voice inside my ear and all the words I wished to hear your fingers dance across my skin I feel a fire start within my soul now ablaze, my god you amaze me.

Jack Rabbit swept up in my snare! Who knew they spoke and reasoned with such flair? In ancient British words he said “Dear lady, can we not be friends? We eat only a bit of the cabbage head.” “Oh, my gosh! I hear you speak!”…

Hour Fifteen – Write a poem about someone or something you have lust for.   The Beauty of the Feast   In the wee small hours, past midnight Here in the north where dark meets light I wander into a room by chance Where letters…

What do I see in these ghostly leave Portents of the future? Or perhaps the echoes of the past Or a mysterious allure. I see their structure clear as day See the way they work Their delicate lace pattern Revealing nature’s secrets And how it’s…

…beltingly bleed you spilling out for Me burning that soft flesh near your wanting to please Me over your quivering let it go give it to Me offer it up from your fours wet shower floors fours ins and outs for only Me to watch…

I desire you Lay with me Is that possible? I want you to take control of me Is that forbidden in this world? Consume my drool Yes I’m your fool If you allow me to be I surrender as your swaddled girl Girded by your…

That thing, give it to me, please Your shiny clicky click-clack The faceted rock I want to squeeze A precious stone, your plastic jewels, Give them to me now. Or I’ll shoot? I’ll shoot. I need the shinies, the pretties To put them in my…

bliss after another wonderful very physical session we lie back staring up so much star-staring he’s talking of course telling me his crazy dreams  & i feel as see-through & light as the skeletal filaments of a leaf left too long on the tree only…