Night easing closer to midnight
stars twinkling in soft diffused light
like moon beams gushing through the blinds
my gentle caresses rouse your sighs

Nuzzling nose in nook of your neck
greeted with a murmured plaint
tightening grip on our clasping hands
'midst quickening of hastened breath

Scents of jasmine fill my breath
rousing passions 'neath naked hide
whispered nothings fill the air
hurried 'tween our lip locked rides

Sand; soft beach-
front. Back side-
walk runs
borderline between
wayward worlds.
Cubic diamonds,
coarse grains attractive; untractive.

Carved castles crumble.
Piercing pieces of
shelled shells, sheltered;
hidden openly.
Camouflaged karma…

walk with we.

Closing time at the tavern, Guy French is about.
Questioning Anabel Lee, she saw something, no doubt.
"How do you know Fitzroy," He thundered, as she cleaned up the bar.
Rolling her eyes, Anabel smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Mackwill paces rapidly about his cold boudoir.
He’s found a thing tucked deep inside his oak and steel armoire.
How it got there he can’t guess spite knowing what it is.
Now he has a problem more pronounced than just his biz.

‘Her thoughts race absorbing facts found near the crime scene.’

“Guy, I want the girl, the barmaid seen, you know of whom I speak.
She saw a thing I want to know and know before she leaks
the secrets to the press and all, but here’s the other pain:
the trail of blood in the hotel come in from out the rain”

He thought her a poem last Sunday
He thought it and parlayed it where she lay
Commanding the verses and words in array
He thought her a poem last Sunday
He thought it and then he went away

~You cannot control me now;~
~You can’t rule me.~
~You cannot control me now;~
~You got rid of me.~

He caught her a cloud the other day
He caught it and nestled it where she lay
So amazing, yet so full of empty dismay
He caught her a cloud the other day
He caught it and then he went away

Just a recollection
I am Milford Lowe

Where are you old friend?
I missed your voice of late.
Your silence is stretching,
prolonging this long wait

I wished the best for you
in your health and wealth
that you'll finally come thru'
surviving the trials of fate.

You're the first to inspire me here
with your smooth-flowing poetry,
taking me to your world of wonders
and your thoughts full of honesty.