Christmastime Is Here: MemoriesJust watching a short clip on YouTube
From "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
As day deepens into evening
The air assumes a bluish cast
Several deer pause before bounding joyfully
Into the neighbors woods
Reclining on my old girlfriends couch
In her parent's basement
Listening to this play on the radio
In the dark
~Snuggled up under a deep cotton-tic blanket
At my grandparent's place as a kid
Antique ornaments on the tree
Listening to the furnace click on
Filling the house with warmth and
That soothing familiar sound of home
~Walking into our library in my childhood home
As a young boy
Looking up at the immense blue spruce
Fresh cut from my grandfather's property
Now strung with garlands and silvery icicles
Interspersed with countless ornaments
It is evening and the light fixtures are off
Only our Christmas tree illuminates the room
Reflecting off the old, polished wood floors
Which seem to glow from within
I sit cross-legged looking at the
Sensual Dark FlavorFrom the moment I lay eyes on you
I feel that chemistry of old
A delicious flutter of apprehension
In my stomach
Knowing that soon
My desire will be sated
As I uncover you
Your scent reaches my nose
Flooding my mind with memories
Of earlier trysts with you
Delicate flavors delight my tongue
As I taste you again
Bringing a flush of heat
Welling up from deep inside.
Barely skimming your surface
I breath against you
We pull back slightly
Only to come together
Again and again and again
Each time drawing you in deeper
Reveling in your dark sweetness.
As our passion nears its end
You urge me on
Other times slow...
You love to see that fervor
In my eyes as I finish you...
And lick my lips
Which are coated in your essence.
Till we meet again, my love.
Rhapsody In Zero GravityIs deep space silent?
Amid the revolving spheres.
In perpetual night.
Or does God whisper?
Echoing across light-years vast.
Filling the void with song.
Anything Good On Tonight?"Please note that in the event of a water landing, your seat cushion doubles as a flotation device."
~Pre-flight presentation prior to leaving Los Angeles for Hawaii.
Bring me the flowers
Of quiet doom
To rush into war with spoons
And cracked souls
Drained of color
Till we return
To sit in a dusky lounge
Concealed with wall to wall carpeting
From a 24 hour news mafia
With sharks teeth
Clouds Just DisappearPavilion of dreams
Barefooted tracking sand
Among the sleeping bags
As the scent of campfires
Drifts amongst the pines
Ten years old
Walking to the campground General Store
Probably 18 or 20
Pause to ruffle my hair and
Giggling, tell me I'm cute
Down on the beach
Families laughing and playing
I build a small sandcastle
Complete with a moat
Occasionally I wade in to the lake
Thrilling to the muscular roar
Of powerboats in the distance
Their song echoing back
From the wooded shoreline
"Why am I standing on a cloud
Every time you're around
And my sadness disappears
Every time you are near
You must be an angel
I can see it in your eyes
Full of wonder and surprise
And just now I realize
Oooh you're an angel..."
I get goosebumps as I hear her voice
Daydreaming of having a girlfriend
In a time when the world seems limitless
The very atmosphere is electric
Standing in the shallows
As a warm breeze blows
Already having tasted pain in my young life
But unconsciously sure
LoveLove Never Fails...
Amid the dark rapids of time
That drag us away
To hold you close to me