10/20/2011


My bed is an imitation, echoes
of the shoreline. Hallowed
as a moonless night in onyx
water, wadded sand and
insanity are the only memories
left of the most exotic tide
to ever crash upon my hips.

3 comments:

LORDPATRICK said...

Great poem. Beautiful image.

Ray's Cowboy said...

GREAT looking Man here. Love the peom as well.

WOOF
Ray

CoreyJo said...

Lovely Erotic words. You are a master...