S.I. Sheehan

The power man came and laughed at us. Our neighbor was nice, he strung some cords from his room and hung a light over our tree.

You were there, walking on the path beside the river that I flowed in, small particles of myself scattered about the shiny reflections of the water.

‘I never said I was in love with you’. I am stricken.
You’ll not hear those words from my lips, nor will
You hear that I am. In love with you.

Growth within is a necessary and natural event, allowing the ‘God’ part of the brain to coalesce

The soul is the home of love and caring, not reading too much into anything. The thought goes both ways.

Thank you, tender lips, velvety soft thighs, tongue of honey, eyes of burning amber,
exotic and lustful, exquisite pain and pleasure.

My heart aches, my soul cries, for you. I will dream you.

Perhaps seeing the worst close to the beginning makes a difference, knowing that
it will not happen again, if you believe the promise.

I do not wish for the crumbs of life, but rather, the whole loaf.

If you were straight and I were a man, it would be deemed brilliant.

You allow me to do what you are not able to. I love you.

Dear one, tender mercy, beloved heart, you are utter and complete fulfillment.

Frightened, as a child walking in the glimmering of twilight.

I ache to feel your piercing teeth sinking into my flesh.

Passion will radiate from my still, calm center

The eyes mirror the thoughts, reflections, glancing memories.

My desire is as breath

Societal breakdown is imminent

“Do you remember what I want played at my funeral?” I do, please don’t, please come home.

You followed a thought, demon ridden, lost in yourself,
But it was for naught, the dream fell into a hopeless
Pool of you.