here at this setting,

was a lady,

tall with long straight blonde hair

reading her newspaper

on a porch swing.

this porch with various flowers

and a feeder hanging

in her front view.

here the hummingbird

works the┬ástamen –

so vital for propagation –

like writing love letters –

each flower – the blend of beauty.

to the feeder it went,

she attracted it to the nectar.

after all – she was sugar too.

that elongated bill

kept going after the port blossom,

like the poet’s tongue

conveys sweetness in romantic flavor.

this hummingbird

has found its territory,

especially since she knew

her front porch

was all about attraction.


it’s a feel

you have to have.

when it’s side by side,

it’s a unison companion.

sometimes trials get in the way –

they carve up your spirit

until one day

you get off your belly

in the darkened valley.

life starts to fall in place –

the soul no longer an enemy.

then it comes to fruition

when she takes your hand,

“with me you will feel the tingle.”


i click the pic

with the lady,

and that is enough

to explore the curves

on this cold november night.

to the naked eye,

i found that their souls

stalked me

in their points of views.

it’s no wonder

i learned about value.

you’d never guess

i was reading poems

by women – would you?



this pillow

of contoured depression,

are kisses

left in sensual gestures

in all the attention.

eyelids now flutter

with so much life

that it turns heads,

like that of a poet

and a lover

fluffing up the pillow afterwards.


these words –

they are a tough sell.

goes with the territory

in how they originate.

tighten them up –

put the squeeze on.

that squeaky sound

can work wonders

with just the right pitch.


a seduction of arousal

is upon you

to experience

a little erotic pleasure

by the caresses

i leave

to get you

in the mood

for a little gratification

to entice the action

of coming together

and fall deeply in love

with the spoken word.