her heart

her heart is all i want
until I start thinking about…

her mind
goes where her heart goes
agile and intelligent
intellectual and mysterious
a pleasure to be with
an adventure in itself

her face
beautiful and infinitely expressive
a world of imagination in every look
I imagine spending hours caressing
her cheek

her eyes
hiding and revealing in each smoky glance
to be lost in them
is to be found

those luscious lips
erotic to kiss
sensitive to body, mind and soul
a gateway to worlds unknown
quick with a quip
subtle and supple

her neck
draws my interest
I would kiss it constantly
to the peril
of neglecting all else

hands
strong
gentle
softly holding my soul

her eyes shoot sparks into
the universe
with those hands
she pulls endless stars
from oblivion
building mountains of light
beckoning me
entrancing mind
enthralling my soul

everything else
is pure imagination
and supposition
a known and unknown
quantity
of pleasure
of love
of lust
of promise

— glb

infinite blank pages

infinite blank pages hold
such
promise
such
potential

i imagine all
i could write
for you

the possibility
held in all
the open space

still not coming close
for what i mean
to say to you

— glb

I crave

I crave new space,
the ability to unpack
my head,
my heart,
my soul,
into a place
no one has
ever lived

I crave a place
without memories

I crave
boxes full of me
piled in the
middle of the room,
my life’s story
pouring out
to meet
someplace original

I crave
my own noise
my own solitude
my own company
my own first times

— glb

state of healing

I am in a constant state of healing
which means
I am in a constant state of learning
what’s good for me
what’s bad for me
who can take me from where I am
to where I need to be
who can help me define
what I need to be

which means
the road ahead will be bumpy
I will need resiliency
I will need loyalty
I will need bravery

which means
I need some healing
some way to sooth me
a place to go when I’m empty
a place that sustains my soul

which means
I need someone that will
challenge me
learn with me
grow with me

— glb

Gooey Stuff

Black-red gooey stuff
Seeps from under the
Bandage

Thick and sticky it adheres
To my finger as I push
And pull at the scabs

They don’t hurt
Unless I go too deep
It’s more of a tingling
Sensation
The a burn and itch

Oh how I wish I could
Scratch it
It would be such a divine feeling

It will all be gone
Soon enough
I will have healed

No more black-red
Gooey stuff
No more burn and itch

I will be left with
Nothing to play with
Nothing to complain about

Nothing but a hideous scar
That will be with me
The rest of my life

— GB