I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Broken Eyes


When I see beauty,

stand nearby,

observe with me, please

how distant we are together,

a sallow complexion remains

in place of flushed passion,

the sort a rose would model

if that fire might remain.

~

We laugh, trade pleasantries,

speak of the news, infants and puppies,

yet when the light of day speaks nigh,

there when our beasts might roar,

the quiet reminds me

of a glaze,

the sort that hides the freeway

at eighty miles an hour.

~

When wintry breeze

speaks with authority,

when might our vision

ever return,

recall, coerce, suggest

a sensual remedy

needs repair immediately.

~

For when the skies mask

iridescent moon-light spectacular

could we in the mystique

of a sullen afterward,

find pleasure in our seas,

our own windows,

our own

our

broken eyes.

2 responses

  1. Tiegan

    Best poem I’ve read today!

    I especially adore these lines:

    “For when the skies mask

    iridescent moon-light spectacular

    could we in the mystique

    of a sullen afterward,

    find pleasure in our seas,

    our own windows…”

    Keep posting! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    November 1, 2015 at 8:35 pm

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