I now wear lipstick because you kiss me— And your lips reside upon my lips, Even long after a tender kiss With lips as smooth as the color purple And silky gentle whispers that ripple Across the surface of my spirit’s skin, Whereon you write love with affection’s pen, And so tell me that I…

A blank screen stares back at me Cursor blinking as I peer into the void Nothing is sacred nothing is pure Images of memories clutter my mind The landscape of my thoughts quickly Becomes and unbecomes becoming undone  It is a vast wasteland stretching out before The timidity of my mind as I seek the…

I cannot begin to describe what it is that I see  When I look on her face and see her eyes divine Which are ignited with the fires of life and light out streams As the sun at noonday igniting my soul with the vigor  And the virtue of life so terrible so awesome so…

I cannot write a word upon the page, Which lies before me, bare, open and clean Tormenting me and my mind with a plague Of all of the words written yet unseen Which I can feel but not begin to gauge  Nor plumb their depths nor find apex nor mean Nor can I even measure…

Break not the fast, my Love, till morning rise And therewith rise all mournings, cries and sighs. Feast upon Heaven’s feast that satisfies The hung’ring soul, which in the belly lies, Whence all Passion’s desires doth arise, Which must be subjected to that demise Of the Passion of our Lord and Christ, Whose loud lamentations…

I await the Bread of Heaven To feed my hungry soul; I await the Bread of Heaven To come and make me full. Dreams that I have dreamed Fail for lack of vision Of the Bread of Heaven In this earthly living. Daily I awaken To the sound of ringing, Longing for that Day When…

I look in the mirror and all I can see Ain’t the image staring back at me I got a lot of regrets that I just can’t escape Like a load of my own wretched mistakes Written ‘cross the brow of my own soul Making me look deathly like Hell and Sheol Day after day,…

My wife! Ah, my sweet wife! She is my one whole life! A smile and a kiss Both come forth from her lips, And form in me a bliss That upturns my own lips, As I plant my own kiss On her lips and light bliss In the heart of my life, My wife, my…

Sing, O shout: Happy Resurrection Day! Now, it is calling from a long way off– Now, it is here and at my very door! Rising, it stands forth with the new Day’s Sun, With each degree more and more manifest In all brilliance and magnificence,  Arms outstretched to illuminate the Sky– That vast ocean overhead…

“Sex” is a dirty Word, so This poem will not be about Sex, Nor about what goes on between The sheets, Nor about how loud or long She cries, Nor about how long or thick His thing is, Nor about widened and penetrated Orifices, Nor about the undulating rhythm Preceding orgasms. Because “sex” is a dirty…