Have to make sure it ends up on my roommate’s dash.
I will never fully understand how
You could not love you
This facade is more telling of Joy
for a mouth that shows such pleasure
and is so pleasing
brings to mind only innocent joy,
and caresses of sweetness that only leave me breathless
Almond-shaped wonders I will have to wait to see,
Have the shape of speculative curiosity
That Little Girl my Little Boy really wants
to meet…and smile that deep smile.
Bones and Brows that Super-Models would gladly suffer for
An Ancient Beauty
Stirring me in a way that gives comfort
Coal-Black Safety surrounds it all in a Grace
I’m sure you would argue with,
Brings a Sensuality that not even
Elitis could accurately describe.
That leaves me to want for touch,
and special secret scents
I see Happy, Freed
Mr Writer, why don’t you tell it like it is? / Why don’t you tell it like it really is? / Before you go on home
At long last: seven months, one child,one crashed hard drive, and a whoooole lot of stuff in-between, Whitey has returned to the keyboard!
I am currently working on an article about Northern State Mental Hospital, where I just wrapped up working for three really interesting months!
|—||One very happy writer.|
|—||Excerpt from “What happened to C. White”, an unpublished Science Fiction piece I submitted for a compilation. This is a completed short story available for publishing.|