Argonaut

Life

jak — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 13:55:59 +0000

One long,
Unpredictable string
Of orgasms
And I’m Sorry’s

Cosmically

jak — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 23:20:12 +0000

the space between us can hardly be defined
by the strict rules of geography
you are always next to me
cosmically

From Her to Me

jak — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 15:04:26 +0000

I love you

all day

in my own way

from my own space

in this world

Pinned To A Rose, For Her

jak — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:29:40 +0000

to the nights and the days, that make up our lives.
the secret moments and measures, that fill our building story.

to you,
for showing me,
how beautiful us can be.

A Saturday Away

jak — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 18:54:35 +0000

I really wanted to crawl into bed with you last night and make you smile.

And give me pleasure…

Very much so.

And brush your lips against mine ever so slightly…

Lips to lips.
And tongues. And chests. And legs. And hips. And breath.
And moans. And whispers. And pleases. And yeses. And pasts. And futures.
And rest…

1

jak — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 14:55:59 +0000

once there was a world where people killed for food

then land

then gold

then ego

A Romance Lit

jak — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 15:02:56 +0000

There is beauty in the night
A spirit primed to fight
A sharpened wit
A romance lit
Discovered passion as a right

Birds of Prey

jak — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 15:06:49 +0000

Crows cry as death’s dealt out like cradles of cards
Storks sigh as babies drift downward from stars,
To be sent on a journey from the sky to the earth
Is a flight of sure fancy since well before birth.

We conceive an idea and consummate our beginnings
As the cards are raked in, the crows count out the winnings
Pigeons perch wearily on our porches long painted
The color of clouds before they were tainted

Melodia Bella (Beautiful Melody)

jak — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:02:13 +0000

She sings sweetly and softly
Sifting sonnet and song
Into effortless lofting
Breathing sunset and dawn

Cup your ear in exaltation
Listen closely to her flare
Her clapping will fall gently
All who hear will be aware

She moves melody neatly
Past fellow to foe
Inhaling Sundays so sweetly
Past panes of windows

Once she whispered no words
To a horseman of hoods
And cloaked a sweet child
Alone in the woods

Her cup is not empty
But hollow to hold
Her skirt is so tempting
To place finger to fold

As willows wisp sideways
She sips sunrise and reaps
The deep shadow of days
And on the morrow repeats

Slumber 1

jak — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 02:30:24 +0000

Soon I shall sleep and my mind will count sheep,
And I’ll wake to the break of the day.
Until that begins,
my mind will just spin,
And wish tomorrow was farther away.