Black ribbon

Black ribbon

needs driven

stockings and suspenders

it’s mad our endless drive

for sex

black rimmed specs

A sexually active secretary

bends into an awkward pose

one you have chose

to fore fill your fantasy

Baring all

her vulva a coin slot

waiting for an offering

her ass like a forbidden fruit

In which to shoot

Your shot

your seed

in a garden of need.

My Garden

Tears dry up easily

but my love is still fragility

I tend to my life like a garden

but sometimes you just have to let it grow

even the with the weeds you know aren’t good

life is better when we are understood

and sometimes we have to accept

the trauma that lies dormant

except for times of stress

when it grows nevertheless.