Once Upon a Love

Drenched in sweats,
Beads were winking diamonds
on our chests.
Fingers explored uncharted plains.
We worshiped each whisper,
Every scream, every moan,
Each and every whimper,
A sea roaring to the promise land.
Thinking while you soak,
Too vast to fathom,
Your tongue caressed the words you spoke,
Drunk with pleasure from assuaging the hunger.
Music from your moist laugh
Rose to play in my ears when
Lust was only half
Of a glistening memory.

March 5, 2009



I never write love poems, I write infatuation poems. 
This was early in our relationship (first few months), before Ray became a horrible alcoholic abusive butt hole.