Out of This World

Touch me softly

Delicately love

Wind your way up my thigh

Your presence anchors me to this world

Sometimes urgency outweighs

Valor or reticence

So much more is needed now

Your kisses keep me in this world

Trailing primal fire

Barest grazes

Stroking in time to heartbeats

You draw me back into this world

Pursing higher heights

Titillating, taunting, teasing

The time for subtlety has passed

I’m no longer of this world

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The Winter Wind

The wind whispers willfully
Of ages long forgotten
Of princes and valor
Of passion and true love's kiss

The rapid wind tells today's torrenting tale
Of mercenaries and shame
Of sex, drugs and rock and roll

What will tomorrow's wind bring?
Will it sweep clean the plains?
Will it bring back the wonder?
I hope it brings the spring.

The Perfect First Date

I think the perfect first date would be at least four days snowed in at a snow chalet with some good books, a deck of cards, an instrument, some wine and no sex.  Hear me out.  You would either love each other madly or want to kill each other.  The scientific community has conducted experiments that have shown three days is the amount of time the brain requires to adapt.  The no sex is because sex is irrelevant to a good relationship.  The books and cards I think are self explanatory.  The wine, well, in vino veritas.  The guitar is because I believe music makes the world go round.  If your taste in music does not mesh you can not live together.  I picked a snow chalet because if you don't have the option of leaving you have to stay and work it out.  Also even if you don't have sex, you can still cuddle to stay warm.  However, my form of romance and patience are outmoded.  Valor and Honor have gone the way of rotary phones and the VHS.  Still someone has to have hope and it makes my writing have a little more oomph behind it.  Look at Emily Dickinson.