Bewitch me,

I want to be mesmerized,

I want to be the only thing in your eyes,

Tell me I’m loved,

Tell me I’m real.


Ivory and Ebony

Wonderfully crafted, he said of you,

tells no lies, just look into his eyes,

you were sunsets to him, gold and crimson,

pearly gates, heaven’s scent, heart’s prison,


you were unmentionable joy,

words tried to define you, but you rose above,

you’re scarlet raiment, things to enjoy,

ivory calves and hips made for love,


ebony locks framed by blue sky,

tinder to the fire of his soul,

gaze every man that walks by,

filling the way made him whole,


regrets only leaving every morning,

waits on pins and needles for closing time,

not a moment lost, into his arms you were leaping,

“Fifty cents a dollar,” he says, “baby you’re a dime.”


and passion was flushed by a hint of you,

he spit every line, like it was writ by his spirit,

said he, “There’s only one thing left to do,”

“marry me, and these knees will bow.”


chose to love her, as a locomotive,

freight train that lacked any semblance of sanity,

purity in truth was his motive,

and kept his way where she walked, like she was gravity.



When I first saw her,

I knew,

that she was more than a hand full,

she was playing,

and I was watching,

yet I began to become entranced,

like hari kari,

took the blade in hand,

and leaned in,

she is however,

a unicorn,

of orange,

eyes like tide pools,

and hair akin to the death of a gentleman,

what witchery is this,

and by what name is wrought this spell?

would that I should look into the eyes of the devil,

and call him Luci…

come close to me,

but never touch my flesh,

burning chasm between us,

mock my heart,

with bitter scorn,

but don’t believe a word I say,

I pray for celibacy,

heal me from the cause I’ve lost,

words like the tsar bomba,

fall on ears to deafen them,

would that I were true to more than I,

but you taste silver on the tongue,

so I’ll die a thousand more deaths to let you go,

and he tells me again, “Don’t look back.”

now I heave my soul up,

put it on my shoulder, next to the heart on my sleeve,

and forward gait I seek,

somehow dusk is lost on me,

can’t see it’s beauty, for hers,

scales on my eyes,

ringing in my ears,

and dry in my throat.



Found my self in solitude,

‘twas unavoidable,

there was nothing discrete about the way my heels met concrete in those shoes,

still small voice keeps telling me not to look back,

so I searched past the cracks in the pavement,

happened upon a bush laden with lavender,

took a bloom and set it under my tongue,

bitter like tree sap,

acrid and dry, but of course fragrant,

less than foul, but definitively flagrant,

oh but I had been looking back,

not a fortnight, though, a day,

had to remind myself how to forgive,

and why I choose that path instead of the strychnine laden one that goes through hate,

because, my dear, I said I was love,

I set out with this in mind… to be unconditionally kind,

and when you use me, when you call me names, when you steal my gifts,

you’re not removing anything from me,

that’s right, I’m complete,

and you could compete,

but you lack faith,

you would pray for the breadth of character that might allow you to transcend the who that you were,

unable to find it, you would grovel and grope at the ground seeking sight,

the way those witches did when Perseus took their precious ocular vessel and cast it in the dust,

open your eyes my love, breathe and stare,

crisp, cool air plays chimes near window sills,

raps on reeds and dances in swirls of lost leaves of the deciduous variety,

know you not your own name?

I can only hope this is not in vain,

I can sit and wish that you get through the pain,

realize that you’re cared for,

that there is nothing that should retain a concern or fear,

because provision is waiting yet,

as flowers they never fret,

so you too have not gone without,

pray tell, are you really this devout?

hold fast, eyes forward, chest heavy but carried onward,

your eyes betray you, I can see what you did in them,

if you look back at mine, you’ll find understanding,

and though I was hurt, though I cried at your behest,

I will pour me down, like ambrosia, or maple syrup,

they may knock me down, but I will always get up.




hard to see,

harder yet to stand next to,


better held and kept than sent,

these trappings, they see things,


can’t believe I’m breathing these tones,

spending these bones,


like the Merovingian,

sees all,

tells nothing,

but what was foretold

skin fold,

held deep,

beneath me,

and who I was,

who I am,

new trans am,

firebird rodding harder,

darker, somber- without a number,

soul feeds me peace,

warm release,

a prick within,

silent whims,

firefly dims,

and we,

and you,

are we,

even real,

copse withheld,

still I meld,

broken promises,

words that went without saying,

pony tail and I’m braying,

just saying,

act right,

be strong,

and if you don’t,

well then just move along,

different rhyme,

got no time to send this,

postage not paid,

shoulda been made,

by now,

find out,

see me,

without you,


just and,