I stood where only the moon could see My search for flowering Dogwood trees The woodland still, anonymous, dark No sight, no sound, no flowers, no bark Gaze upon them and gratefully sigh Winter's departed, and Summer's nigh A gift to all their beauty discrete Before they make their quiet retreat For far too long it seems I've waited But with a glimpse my breath's abated As if Demeter has heard my plea Bestowing the comely Dogwood tree

arid fountainhead unreplenished reservoir athirst for brainstorms  

Cigarette tip burning bright Heart and head regretting fight Lit by lunar satellite Casting wispy shadows slight Ready to burst his feelings pent Pictures, words, memories torment Can't sleep, exhausted, consumed, spent A prayer, petition, appeals sent Staring out at a darker place Grief pervading the empty space Within the need for her embrace To gaze upon that divine face For all, the present's too soon done Once clear, his future, fleeting, gone Daily progression, life moves on For him, n...

humid, hot, lovers giggling in the fan-blown breeze tasting salty beads

The secret nature of a lover's tryst means to be lonely, but the breakup is worse.

Catharsis sought and achieved through mimesis

There once was a cute girl called Jess she liked me but I didn't guess she 'fessed up one day and I said, wahey! while she quickly took off her dress

There once was a girl from Warrenton that guys young and old were all wantin' after she made her choice based in part on his voice he spoiled it with his jealous ranting

Making love with you is a physical expression of our emotional connection.

There once was a girl from Manassas who met a limey with an accent and glasses she thought out her plan to snare her this man with her jeans and the tightest of asses