Strapped Into A Mourning Gown






Strapped into a mourning gown
That might survive our winter garden
Rebasing all these dreams
This predicament has begun to harden;
I beg your pardon
Slowly peeling off your layers
Caught us in a lightning storm
Feeling excited electricity
Between our adrenalized forms
Standing naked before the darkness
Illuminated only by midnight flashes
Perfection within a moment
Emotion dripping from your eyelashes


Searching Through The Layers


Searching through the layers
There’s harmony somewhere
I’m untucking her skirt
Unbridled passion in there
Humming a soulful dirge
Our lust fueled by words anew
Looking great in her tight sweater
Making love wherever we need to