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I wear you around my surrendered paunch. For the first time ever. Freely, I sit here alone now, naked and beautiful,. The sweet autumn breeze, your exhale, caresses the deep ache of departure. Soothing my questions of validity. Because the evolution of the heart changes partners. I have been blessed for a year. A blessed poem, dreamy portrait. Hope alls well with you Robert. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Love is metaphysical gravity. I wear youaround my surrendered paunchFor thefir.
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a four letter outburst
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I saw you dance. In the eyes of the cat. A voyeur for just two seconds. And then i turned away and just imagined how you moved. I saw you glide over the cracked linoleum. Arms raised flowing the a warn ocean breeze. Your breasts and belly swell. Of many new mothers. And the source of my adoration. O, how i could see you. With my closed eyes. Yes, it is. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Love is metaphysical gravity. I saw you dance in the eyes of the cat a voyeur fo. Other sites by robert willson.
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a four letter outburst: 01.2014
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I saw you dance. In the eyes of the cat. A voyeur for just two seconds. And then i turned away and just imagined how you moved. I saw you glide over the cracked linoleum. Arms raised flowing the a warn ocean breeze. Your breasts and belly swell. Of many new mothers. And the source of my adoration. O, how i could see you. With my closed eyes. I watch your tail lights leave the lane. You don’t look back. I watch you walk down the corridor. Sometimes you like that. I hear soft quiet moans in the shower.
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a four letter outburst: "how gently . . . the assembly"
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How gently . . . the assembly". In the dark albeit red flame. Within all our colours. And tired oscillation’s. There is my fruitless quest for youth. Expectation’s disguised in love. 8220;what a man is”. 8220;what a women needs”. All this is very large to an old man. Who in his heart sets you free to your. Praying you find a heart like mine and the body of. Priapus to keep your flame fed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Love is metaphysical gravity. How gently . . . the assembly. I dream you are both.
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a four letter outburst: 09.2014
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I wear you around my surrendered paunch. For the first time ever. Freely, I sit here alone now, naked and beautiful,. The sweet autumn breeze, your exhale, caresses the deep ache of departure. Soothing my questions of validity. Because the evolution of the heart changes partners. I have been blessed for a year. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Love is metaphysical gravity. I wear youaround my surrendered paunchFor thefir. Other sites by robert willson. I dream you are both.
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a four letter outburst: 12.2012
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It is quiet here William, for the time being. I saw my breath before the day started as i walked down the hall passed the cold stove. My breath quickened visibly as your words registered in my cold self and i warmed at humility, the earth, the sea. The thought of you each day. Inspires me, your quiet ways and your long pauses for thought. Only makes your gifts so welcome. I thank you right now for my cold fingers and the sun just coming over the ridge,. For slowing me down once again, to breathe.
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a four letter outburst: 08.2013
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When I woke up this morning. I felt fine for a minute. Perhaps I am myself". Ways of weather’s remembrance. I am not a sailor. A sparrow not quite dead. Came to pass under the heel of my boot. I am not a God. 8220;What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.”. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Love is metaphysical gravity. When I woke up thismorning I felt fine for. Other sites by robert willson. I dream you are both. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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a four letter outburst: 09.2013
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There is a long list of women who have made me this way. I have a great sense of humor that I am susceptible to. How dare you love me so bold. When will the struggle be old? When is enough, enough? What is it in me to say, go? I feel the cracks widen in this dark and damaged man. And I dare you to love me. Maybe it's the rain. Maybe it's the sun. Maybe it's the car that needs gasoline. Maybe it's the Monday morning as the cream. Goes sour or the next time we meet again. That keeps me here. Simple templat...
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a four letter outburst: 02.2013
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Me and Nikki Sudden". I’m goin’ out tonight. And I ain’t no fun time man. Tonight I'm fun time Charlie. Kick drum fun time man. It won’t last long before I'm home again. The fun all gone for Charlie. Just a rhythm guitar and dirty scotch. In a dirty glass. Thinkin’ about goin’ out again. I'm goin’ shopping. Shopping in the big world. Pictures of pictures in a cluttered room". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Love is metaphysical gravity. Me and Nikki Sudden. Pictures of pictures in a cluttered room.