There was a moment
After sex
When she was laying in my arms
While my dog
Licked her face
She turned around
And looked at me
Right into my eyes
And I
I looked back into her eyes
But just for
A second or two
Before I
Could no longer
Hold her gaze with mine
I felt the fear
Of being naked
Truly
Naked
And vulnerable
And I consciously chose
To
Look away . . .
This is
The cowards way
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed . . .
After all of this time
And I am still
The same.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
