Him: Another night

Another night and yet again he thought about the wretched stripper that he loved who didn’t love him back. Her luscious hair, her sparkling eyes, the way she spun on the pole and walked with stride. The way she lifted her skirt and teased with her smile. The way she held his hand, to take

Us in the rain

I don’t care if it’s the rain If I can kiss you and hold you, it’s fine In the silent raindrops is when my heart speaks loudest The pitter patter shuns all else around us The misty haze obscures all vision Your skin glows, all hidden Got you in my arms Everything else doesn’t matter

Red planet

Here I am, in the red planet. The atmosphere here stings my skin as I sit alone in this arid dust bowl. The sky’s red and it’s making my eyes bleed. My crimped hair’s brittle and it obscures my vision. My throat’s dry and I squirm on the rocky ground in dreams of quenching thirst.

Stark vision

You have a way of surprising me. Your show-stopping eyes… I swear that it’s still; it’s a painting. You’re a piece of some marvelous artwork. When I least expect it, you walk into the room and just glow heaven’s pure white light. The life in your face The sun’s tender kisses on your skin. I

Look! It’s America