Queens We sit along the wall, lions near the watering hole.Queens by ~charrlie
Nearby, our prey, a jock in a blue
striped polo shirt peacocks, cajoles, engages in homoerotic displays of touching his friend's ear,
flexing his muscles. He struts towards his friends, towards girls, always moving with
pelvis thrust forward.
We admire the way he fits into his jeans.
As he hitches up the back of his shirt, stretching and leaning over one of the other males,
to languidly scratch his back,
one of us swoons, the others, smirking, salivating,
sweeping our eyes
up
and down.
He straightens and flexes his pecs forward, back arched.
"Hot d
Bones When did IBones by ~charrlie
trip
and fall through the water
when did I land
on a purple rolling field
How did I find
this ladder
to nowhere
When did I stop loving the darkness
and love the light
Silk I wannaSilk by ~charrlie
count your piercings
with my tongue,
hold you close,
see your colors run--
wrap you in a cloud
and watch you catch your dreams
You make me smile, girl,
with your hot-cold-brown eyes,
your raven wing brows
fly away,
fly away,
girl with the glowing eyes
Gather up those silks
and dance away again
 My first published work, Love Book, is published online at [link]  |
Namiste~ 
Yearning 
Sta.sh
I am a lion that fits in a suitcase 
