September 1, 2001 at 11:58 am · Filed under Bad Sex Poems, Poetry, Ruminations, Writing
Borne of my heart
not my head
an
irrational passion
takes flight
Groaning, grinding
sighing, crying
Melding flesh
slick, glistening
heaving, breathing
Desire rules
penance will follow
heartache, heartbreak
loss and betrayal
Borne of my heart
not of my head
irrational passion
September 1, 2001 at 11:57 am · Filed under Love Poems, Poetry, Ruminations, Writing
I can only love you open handed.
I can only offer me - flawed and human
That is all I can ask in return.
I can not change or hold you.
To try is to taint and destroy.
I will not plead or promise.
I can only give you this.
