Posted in Living in Australia


You sit in my memory like a lover

Legs wide open


Pleading for my mouth on yours

And I stand there

Smelling your fragrance

Trying to deny your beauty

But I can’t deny that

I’m empty without you,


So don’t stop teasing me

With your brown luscious liquid, baby.

Because every morning that’s all I look forward to.

Posted in My Poetry

Walking poems

Reaching for you

As you descend into dust

Hoping and praying that it must

Not be true

That you and him

Can make it work

If only it was that sim-ple

But he is not your herc-ules

He is your enemies


And I hold the keys