it’s raining outside
and i drive
from one place to the next
my mind as clouded as the sky.
watching things fall apart
in slow motion
wondering if,
like the leaves,
this is part of the cycle
or if it is gone
for good.



come find me
in the moonlight
or as the sun comes up
it doesn’t matter,
i’ll be waiting.
to feel your fingertips
graze across my lips
and your breath
on my neck
as you whisper what you want.
knowing you’ll get it
teasing me to exasperation
but i can play that came too.
what are you waiting for?