Often one’s solitude
can be disrupted, polluted
by unnerving tumult.
Strong imperturbable mindsets
may dance around malarkey
of any one flibbertigibbet ,
who kyoodle only because they can
Yet it must be known-must be said,
that the scalawags (with their aloofness)
of society sometimes foment distractions
of the sort that plants seeds
of creative constipation.
-SpKn
Similes are pretty things-
flowers on a window sill of
a decrepit apartment building.
Metaphors move with violent
passion-
like a boxer dancing
in the ring.
Blue is cliché but
every color is pink.
Commas are the yellow
lights of literature
a semicolon’s shape
is a red-white
octagon.
Like butter on toast,
we belong together.
-SpKn
The touch, the feel of
your bare brown skin
against my rugged texturin’
lights a fire deep within.
From my soul comes fantastical
fiery images full of
pure passion and heart pounding
action as I taste you
and you taste me.
You are my forever fantasy.
Tantalizing seduction glistens
in your eyes.
At first contact we
can make love and let
our hearts surmise
the depths of the
surprise as our panting
turns to sights.
-SpKn
