From the very first moment

I became- most enthralled by her

As the sun lowered its colors

Before her dainty steps of royalty

As she moved like a goddess

At least, from my own perspective

I couldn’t take my eyes off her

Or how the wind teased her hair

Her lavender scented silky skin

That spoke like spells in my head

Eyes that sparkled when she spoke

I also learned much of loves magic

How it stalled me- infused me

All while daring my courage

To approach her, to talk to her

I felt flushed as my heart rushed

As if smiling wasn’t hard enough

Hell- swallowing felt like choking

Especially when she gazed at me

Me: my bubble of emotional confusion

I wanted to claim her, with permission

But my innate shyness wore me down

Until- we were forced to sit together

My male counterparts became jealous

And she used me to taught them all

Loves perchance by alphabet lotto

I became her whore in full attention

Obsequiously objectified at…merely ten


Poet of the Light © 2019



O’ Lord, how my

Emotions have sinned

They wouldn’t listen

To me nor reason

Nor any argument, said

Like an animistic scholar

It knew better than to

Give pause to its pulse

Surrendering its all, freely

To a goddess of a flower

Surely one of my readers

Will dare to save me a seat

Amongst all the others

As a last ditch effort- to avoid

The crowding into…hell?


Poet of the Light © 2019



Love is a dangerous luxury

We oft lose in casual choices

Falsely believing, we own it

Liken an old watch we wear

When and if we’re feeling so

Ignorant that they can both

Suddenly just turn on a dime

Or simply…not turn for us at all


Poet of the Light © 2019



Apocalyptic fire and raw steel

Flame marks remain on my soul

Wherever her scorching passion

Consumed mine into submission


Make no mistake, I’m no simpleton

Becoming submissive has it moments

When it leads things to your objective

Least anyone forgets, I ignited the fire


Then again, known planning is essential

For controlling all used combustibles

However, not all things will cooperate

That fire is still raging, last I seen her


I’ve been mangled, manipulated and burnt

If I could move at all…I’d jump in her fire


Poet of the Light © 2019



Love with her: adventurous I guess

Love and lust can wear the same smile

Unchecked carnivorous cravings

Exploding with human raw intensity

A roller-coaster ride of emotions

Contortions offering no end ramp

Far too many lost breathes to count

My weight plunged as energy rose

Lust became like a synthetic infusions

Creative impromptu’s slowly waned

Routines became her daily staple

More and more plateaus appeared

And then we hit an unexpected bump

The ridding turned cryptic in nature

Down should’ve been left or right

Honestly, I still can’t get a handle on it

Fascicle micro-cues were hampered

As she chose a mask over her make-up

Tones in her sensual voice changed

Falling deeper with caustic demands

My weight fell again trying to keep up

I noticed she ordered a dozen whips

And a whole slew of other exotic toys

I grew up and I’m nobody’s pet boy

Her light drinking; now a day long habit

She had changed, I feared as into what

Sometimes ones fate is surely disguised

The first time she passed out.. I jumped


Poet of the Light © 2019