The ground rushes up 
Category: Writing and Poetry 


Grout lines surrounded by tile
Granit infused with swirling colors
Stately timbers of teak and pine
Line
My Gazebo
Where the jaccuzi goes
Water jet flows
Air bubbles tickle your nose
Symphony of sensations
Naked body gyrations
Bedroom hybernations
Smooth Vermont cherry wood dresser
The smell of freshly washed sheets
That's where my slumber sleeps
Where I count sheep
With little bow peep
I stare at emptyness
There's no soul in a dresser
There's no soul in things
Only living breathing human beings
Need you here
With no fear
I love you dear
When you go on about your day
In your most peculiar way
And astound others with your mysteries
May you and I not become history
May you know that I love you
From afar
I know we're from two different worlds
And times
I'm talking spiritual rhymes
There's really nothing else worth talking about
Your beauty makes me want to twist and shout
To tell the whole world what you're all about
But all I have today is my dresser
And the hope
That you will understand me and not be afraid
For I am not a hurtful or hateful bum
I am never boring or glum
Nobody ever calls me chum
And I don't keep my heart like a slum
I save it only for you my love
So accept this single long stemmed rose
Forgive me
I must kiss you on the nose
Adore you in those clothes
Here is a gift from Victoria Secret
Hopefully some day
You will model it for me
But for now
Please wear it and enjoy
So you can feel sexy
Like the sexy girl you are
And allow me to admire you from afar