Here are some of my poems from over the years.

Sugar On The Rim

I picture us laying in a cozy cabana
Somewhere down in Rio, Negril or Havana
Or perhaps a small town in Egypt or Ghana
As we sip caipirinhas and eat bananas

A smile like yours could move a nation,
Light up the sky when the moon is fading
Your radiating force is a smooth sensation
Leaving me blinded by your illumination

I imagine how you taste in that chocolate skin
Raw cinnamon with a copper tint
You must have cocoa powder in your melanin,
Pure white sugar in your skeleton

There’s lightning in your touch, stars in your eyes
Midnight in your pupils like the aura in the skies
Please don’t blush, and pardon my surprise
But the salute in your shorts is hard to disguise

Can’t wait to again taste your cherry kiss,
To lick each layer of your sugarcane bliss
Drink your coconut water, savor each sip
Suck your sweet flavor right out the tip

If I put my mouth on you, could you handle it?
I’d devour you down to the mango pit
Ignite your soul until your candle’s lit
Get you high off my caffeine with my candied lips

I taste your warmth as it dissolves on my tongue,
Inhale your essence as it evolves in my lungs
I’m drunk off you like you’re a bottle of rum,
A heat in my middle that’s hotter than suns

I want to swallow your liquor, let you drizzle on my skin
Trace you with my tongue then lick your sugar off the rim
I want to love you ’til your cup runneth over…
Don’t be shy, baby, cometh closer ;)


Hanging onto your sharp edges
eyes bleeding tears and heart heavy,
I just want to escape
this painful grip

Getting nose bleeds from all this thin air
Clinging to you as if you really care
When you don’t love me enough
to even save me

For a while, I thought I was a little too clingy
Until I realized you were simply too stingy
To possibly love me as much as you love

I’m left a cliffhanger
Gripping this pain
Mounting a zenith that love can’t sustain
I need to let go, fall into the sea
Risk my life so I can be free

But I’m so attached and it’s hard to stop
After such a strenuous climb to the top
Only to find the summit cold
and lonely

And now I’m too jaded to make a descent
Heart frostbitten from all the time spent
Loving a man who’s too preoccupied
to hold me

But I know my strength, I’m still a fighter
I may be broken but I’m a survivor
And soon I will find the will to walk
on firm ground

I’m left a cliffhanger
Loving in vain
Climbing this mountain through thunder and rain
I need to let go, find strength to release
Because loving myself is the way to find peace…

Watch me fly.


Is this some kind of magic trick?
It seems real, but the fragments shift
I wonder if it’s fact or fiction,
or if I imagined it
I know I’m just beginning but I’m hoping I can master this,
conquer it, get my Ph.D., then teach a class in it
I feel just like a crack addict
I need to get this habit kicked
I try to get a grasp on it to find out what is happening
Afraid that it might crack and split in half if I now act on it
I’ll take your heart and fasten it to mine, I hope it has a clip
so I can try you on for size and make sure all your fabric fits

Imagine if the stars aligned, frozen in time
somehow synchronized like they were chosen in line
showing me the future where I’m hoping you’re mine
I’m love drunk and high like I’m on dope and some wine
you kiss me with your words on this fated flight
like we were destined to be here on this plane tonight
you whisper in my ear under faded lights
I float away as we evaporate to crazy heights
I wonder if we’ll be more than two strangers on a plane
is God sure I deserve you? have the angels gone insane?

You’re the lullaby in this sweet dream that I’m having
This feels like Disney magic,
intoxicated by your passion…
Anything can happen when you imagine.

Mechanical Heart

Once upon a time, I wore my heart on my sleeve
and found that loving a man
is worse than heart disease
Had to stitch it back in place after it was ripped,
stripped into pieces, splintered into bits
Now I house iron chambers beneath my ribs,
free from the weakness that emotion brings.
I have a tin man soul, always in control
no feelings to catch or mood swings to show
I absorb all shock, immune to disturbance
a shield of indifference covers my surface
I have Kevlar skin for a bulletproof vest
so no man’s mess can shoot through this chest.

A mechanical heart, no more tyrannical parts,
the remaining scar tissue is hardly an issue
My artificial organ keeps me free from pain
as I pump blood for oil through these weary veins.

Lubricating hinges with crimson tinges,
all feelings forbidden in this insular prison
Heartbeats replaced by the sound of gears
so I’ll never again have to drown in tears
With metal parts so well engineered,
love is no longer feared.
I feel so invincible lately as this great me
An EKG couldn’t even trace me
I may flatline but heartbreak escapes me
no man can faze me, too afraid to face me
No need to revive me, I’ve survived the unlikely
no love bug could bite me or even frighten me
with this mighty engine bolted in my chest,
love is at its worst and I’m at my best.

A mechanical heart, no more tyrannical parts,
the remaining scar tissue is hardly an issue
My artificial organ keeps me free from pain
as I pump blood for oil through these weary veins.

Astronomy Lessons

I am not your moon.
I can’t orbit your existence
or spin in a way that pleases you
constantly revolving around you
while you’re busy circling
some large golden (m)ass.
I’m not some silvery slave
fading in and out of phases
simply to satisfy your appetite.
I couldn’t possibly be some human satellite
when you aren’t willing
to make that kind of sacrifice.
And although you love how I rise your tide,
satisfy your urge and wet your surfaces,
this is not what my purpose is.

You are not my sun.
I’ve barely felt warmth from your hungry hands
whose fingers love to caress my crevices
but are quick to find refuge
in the pockets of your jeans
if I hold you a bit too closely.
This isn’t how affection is supposed to be.
You favor flavor over substance,
always choosing the appetite over the meal
and once you digest, the craving returns…
your heart loves only when your stomach yearns.
you should shine rays of light on my skin
and love my every reflection in the daytime
instead of finding me on cold nights
and creeping me into your confined shadows
where even silhouettes feel more welcoming.

This is not what Earth calls love
This isn’t pretty like northern lights
dancing across a candy colored horizon
or perfectly aligned like an eclipse…
love doesn’t feel like this.
seems to me like you belong on Jupiter,
with a big head full of hot air
and dozens of moons to follow you.
I might want too much,
but I know it’s out there
even if it’s beyond the scope of this galaxy
I know it’s looking for me, it has to be…
and when it falls from the skies,
I’ll be here when it arrives
So I can be done learning this
astronomy lesson.