Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose


Daring her
to show herself
what I imagined
her to be
fading away
with the reality
of the moment,

She teased
and coaxed me towards
letting me taste
the flavor of her lipstick
before pushing me back

Being satisfied
but rather frustrated
with her naked ankles
tempting me onward
but stopping short of
what my imagination
tended to continue with

Daring, she was
almost too daring

for me



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s