Sweeter Tomorrows

As I sleep and dream

Of ardent awakenings

My soul bathes in yearning

Crying out to be fulfilled

Toss and turn to the sweetness

Of quiet whispers tantalizing

My essence

Roll over reaching out to an apparition

Of longing

Silently falling deeper into slumber

Moan of pleasure

Sigh of contentment

Intake of deep breath

Curl into myself

Hugging empty air

As I sleep and dream of

Sweeter tomorrows

Hair

Her hair is short and nappy

She didn't stop to think her

Sexuality would be in question

If she walked down the street

Wearing Donatella Versace with

Hair long and flowing she’d be called sexy

Reverse that with short hair and now eyebrows

Are raised when she appears

People don’t understand it’s only hair

Short, long, straight or kinky

It doesn't define the person

It’s only an external extension

How she wears her hair isn’t to raise questions

It’s her choice that’s suits her well

Accept it; whisper your concerns question her sexuality

But remember that old adage, don’t judge a book by

Its cover

Longing

I hear the longing in your voice

The wistful way memories navigate from

Your lips

In hopes to resurrect some emotion

That is now long dead

Penitent actions originated too late

Apologies you don’t think you owe

Or are deserved

Atonement for causing cataclysmic destruction

You give with a shrug to you it was

No harm no fowl

All is forgiven in your one-sided lie

All reminiscences buried in the sea of tears

Every reflection is shatter with a stone

You reach out your hand

I only stare

Now you want to be my shelter

Too late the storms came tore my world down

In the aftermath I was left still standing

The longing you hear in my voice

Is only for you to vanish just as the fog rolls

Back out to sea and evaporates

Weakness

Vulnerable to the cry of lust

Never one to stay the course

Giving in to carnal needs

Bind the heart of desire

Blood pumps feverishly to

Compensate for a hunger

Screaming to find its fulfillment

Never mind the consequence

Exhausted dreams of grandeur

Chasing a dragon that doesn’t

Want to be caught

In the end lascivious rapture

Is all that counts

Junes Tears

Little drops from heaven

Each one a remembrance

Of a day the light in my life suddenly vanished

And here I sit now reflecting on a time

I felt would never heal a time when my tears

Were my bed and the questions in my head

Kept asking why my light had to go away

Barely a beginning didn’t have the chance

To grasp the meaning of tomorrow when he was

Fighting for today

The tears fall with each remembrance

A heart breaks with each reflection

My pain so ingrained in my being I didn’t

Believe I’d ever breathe again

Still I existed to be the fortress for visitors

Who saw what they wanted a soul strong and unbending

But inside part of me was lost and in the shadows my

Tears were my ghosts as my pain never let me forget

June tears would always be commemoration of the day

My light was no more

Jaded Love

Love is a complicated emotion

Betrayal defines the intricate lines

Between love and hate

Jaded perceptions of

What love is supposed to mean

Should mean, could mean

Loses its definition

And clarity becomes blurred

With right and wrong

Byzantine inclinations lure away

Innocence trapping it in defiled

Annotations of excuses

Chances

How many chances will it take?

For you to be truthful

Echo the same error

Now it’s become your anthem

You’re theoretically expected to learn from your

Mistakes not keep adding to them

You know if you place your hand 

In fire you’ll get burned

The pain is excruciating, and the scar remains

Yet still you can’t conceive it

Not everyone shares you need to

Give you second, third, fourth,

Get the picture

If you’re looking for a soft heart

To manipulate you've knock on

The wrong door

Sorry I'm out of chances and

Your last chance just blew up