Sometimes

Sometimes, all we want is someone to look in our direction, nothing more, nothing less.

Just a friendly face, and a little acknowledgment.

Heaven sent.

(If there was a heaven, of course)

Something real,

A smile, a look, that look,

Sometimes, that is all we want.

Heaven.

(said in the gay way, and not the Jesusy way)

As in ‘died and gone to’, clutch my throat.

Not believe in me and only me, cross thy self. (Read the rules)

Something to believe in,

Love.

Someone to believe in,
You.

Take my hand,

Your touch is warm and smooth,

And you haven’t let go.

Baby Got Big Arse

God, you’ve got a big arse, baby.

What would that feel like spread across my face?

In the saddle like a cowboy, giddyup! Ride ‘em home.

While I get in touch with your inner zone.

I feel you quiver, I feel you squirm

at the thought, does your stomach churn?

I laugh, (how brazen am I?) I feel it in my face,

I pick up the pace.

To the end, it is a race.

You and me.

Some Days

Some days,

it just feels like I am all the way along the road, 

and when I look forward there isn't so much further to go, 

and when I look back it seems such a long way that I have come, 

but it has all gone, and so much of it doesn't even exist anymore 

and it only took such a very short time to get here.

Life

Ephemeral,

my fingertips slip from yours.

Alone in the end.