Saxophone of The Blissful

smoky auburn hair,

eyes shallow closed,

music permeated

the atmosphere,

drawn by the

colluding sound

of a saxophone,

dew down cleavage,

exalted breathing

a rapture,

unraveled my conscious

guiding me to


California Beaches

sand stuck to her

like pepper on a steak,

i could almost feel textured

braille of messages

upon her skin,

beneath those

pieces of cloth

anatomy to be discovered,

i ache , i pain

she carries on by,

and i take up my pad

and write