Riding the Driver


As I was lingering on my cloudy patio this morning, draped in a white wool long sweater, enjoying this time off by myself and reading some well nourishing french litterature, I saw her coming out of the building. Front door open for a while, a city bus service waiting patiently, driver out to greet her…

Trophy Endeavor


I should win an oscar For my loving performances All those times I’ve bent over Or looked you in the eyes While sucking your soul Both lips locked Playing you like a cheap guitar In the back corner of my closet Moving my hips to your latest love song I hope you know I am…

Naked Mirror


I’ve been looking at her lately, in the morning, while she brushes her teeth.  In the sparse moments that she gives me, I’m still forever grateful that she is part of my life. Last night, she looked particularly pretty, with her stilettos and her sheer black dress.  She can go to town like no other,…