Poem – My Love

my love is like a lunp of gold 

hard to get and hard to hold

of all the guys i’ve ever met 

your the one i can’t forget

i do believe that the gods above

created you for me to love

they chose you from all the rest 

because they knew i’d love you best 

Poem – My Sweetheart The Artist

Painter of pain, she covers 

my kiss-prepped canvas, 

expressing love 

in sensual hues of blue and black, 

intimate greens, 

wrathful reds, and purples 

left by lust-driven lips. 
She’s my ‘Monet of Misery’, 

prodigy of pleasurable agony.

Performance artist behind closed curtains, 

she turns my body into her oeuvre; 

no audience to behold

each stunning stroke.

Claw mark collages adorn my back.

A pink, six-stitch blemish 

hides snakelike in my left eybrow-

brushed on one night with a gifted left elbow 

in a passionate frenzy of her craft.

The heart-shaped, 

singed spot of skin on my abdomen

an artistic aftermath of candle wax sketches. 
Once in a while 

I wouldn’t mind her being 

a little more like Bob Ross: 

gently stroking, dabbing the canvas, 

creating ‘happy little clouds’. 

Poem – My Prince

My love, my heart, my soul is my gift to you

Your smile, your love is the only reward I would want
Precious, like a gem made by angels to shine forever

Releasing the passion inside me that burns for you

Intertwining our destinies, so that we two soul mates

Now and forever, can live out our hopes and dreams

Creating our own bond of life, to overcome the challenges

Explore the mysteries, and to enjoy life as it should be 

Poem – Thank You

The sun sets

Upon the golden sand

We sit together

Hand in hand
We gently embrace

And look into each other’s eyes

I wonder if you are

An angel in disguise
You hold me

Like there’s no tomorrow

I suddenly forget

The past sorrow
I kiss your soft lips

And you kiss mine

I never knew

Loving someone could be this fine
You pick me up

And carry me to our room

Oh how a love can blossom

And a heart can bloom.
Your touch is so gentle

But your hands so strong

How could a love like this

Ever go wrong? 
My heart is beating

200 times a minute

Because my love

You are in it
The sound of your heartbeat

All through the night

We fall asleep in each other’s arms

And wake to the morning light.
I look into your eyes

And this is when

I say ‘Thank You’

For teaching me to love again 

Poem – Jagermeister Memories

Some empty Jägermeister bottles sit 

atop my fridge, their labels autographed 

and dated cursively in purple pen. 

She always signed her liquor bottles when 

she finished them, a habit I admit 

was slightly strange at first; I even laughed 
a bit until I heard her reason why: 

they’d last as glass mementos of our wild 

and drunken moments. Now, each label serves 

as glass-sharp slices straight across my nerves, 

reminders of the girl I told goodbye 

when trust and loyalty were both defiled. 
I know I need to throw them all away, 

remove the souvenirs that cause such stress, 

but just can’t bring myself to take them down; 

no, instead I’d rather sit and drown 

in misery, pretend she didn’t play 

a game with me the way she did the rest. 
The truth, at times, is such a sour drink, 

a tough to swallow dose of agony: 

my feelings, like the booze that once had filled 

those empty bottles staring down, were killed 

with each deceitful deed she did. To think 

she ever would’ve gave her heart to me 
was merely pure imprudence on my part. 

Yet even though I’ve realized she’s not 

The One for me, I simply wouldn’t mind 

another night with her and label signed: 

she’s liquor to my alcoholic heart – 

I can’t but help but crave another shot.