momentos..for letting go

I fill the clip
thumbing in memories
like love letters warm
against the spine
tucked sweet spot sparce
joy in your precious gasps
the pleasure lasts

come
to
come

Baby in this faded room
release the gloom
our rubber strap lust
unbound the sleepers
dream she rides
just at the door
of death
and fate
she asks
for

more
more
more

flog that like hate festered
(father says I wont amount to fuck all)
Mother behind father with his paper
and pipe (now thats ripe)

(All metaphorically speaking..My dad was
a well respected Masonic elder and my
mom was loving and we all worshipped
in our church on Sunday.. Father was
very fun and always supportive. It was
a gift to have that it allowed me to write
poetry and they encouraged me)

I just love the darkness edge lately
and am so Thankful this site is not like
some sites with their POET COPS
come around trying to tell you how to
write or run your life
I always just wanted to be a POET
and am
(no need for a tin badge for this cat!)
but hey other sites hire
out there! no shortage of work
and like here there is always a need
for New edge Poetry
and luckily I keep writing
as is my passion
and reading all this new work
and old work from the artists
here