Season of Folly

Tomorrow more than any other day, my heart will yearn in every way.

My soul will ache with need for you, for all you bring, all you do.

They tell us tis the season to be jolly, tis not to me, tis the season of folly.

For I live in falsely built decore, always wishing for you, for more.

So Santa can call his ho ho hoes, but I cant wait for the echoes to go.

Christmas is hell without the one I love.

My ignition of mercy

Sticking to me
Crackling, popping
Exuding such powerful magnetism
Yet, it was clinging to nothing but static
But then…all at once
And out of nowhere…
My summer of love!
Culminating in our future mating
How lucky are we?!?
This creative expression
Like thumbs pressing
Leaving behind only their hollow-impression
Then nothing at all but a memory
Until you found me,
and I found you!
Your poems of love
Your poems of need
Your poems of sorrow
Your poems of sex
Oh my love!
I read you….right into me!
And you were
My ignition of mercy 
Setting me free
Opening me up
With every stroke….you fingered
Banishing all the hurt that lingered 
We were both swimming with the fishes 
Cleaning everybody else’s dirty dishes
Hoping for a better day
Hoping for a better way
And then there was YOU!!!!!!!
My Ziggy…zagging on stripes made of Stardust
The man who grabbed hold of the entirety of my lust
And held it out for me to see
Showing me how love really could be
I love you💕

Always you, forever you

Mossy rocks, jagged

A face in that space

I should know

A picture of you

Ziggy…Zagging

It was always me, in the second scene

Love was a gift given

An exchange of two souls driven

Throwing ourselves, giving in

Erotic like crack

Our wheels slipped off the track

I should know

A picture of you

Ziggy….Zagging

Pulling at my skin

Always you, forever you