Light Verse

I have been away from this blog for a few weeks with an incapacitating illness. I am working on a few new blog entries. Until then, here is a little light love poetry.


Paris, Reprise

I met you again,

for the first time today.

Crazy, I know.


I didn’t recognize you at first,

it has been too long.

Generations since I last saw you.


It was not you face

or your eyes or your smile I recognized.

It was your inner light.


Your energy, your essence

your core

struck a cord with me.


That first night

when you held me in your arms

memory flooded back.


Paris, 1816

You were a poet

Living in a small cold flat.

Wrought iron bed frame and thin mattress.

You drank black coffee every day

at the same shop.


I was a traveler from India

and met you sitting

in that coffee shop in Paris.


You were thinner then

and more frail

but your light was still the same


You wrote fantastic words

about love and joy and life

and I fell in love.


We spent the rest of our lives together

in that small cold flat

with the wrought iron bed and thin mattress.


Since then I have lived five times

different countries and different continents

Lived, but never with the same joy.


That first night you held me

I knew you had traveled time and oceans

to find me.


I lay there in your arms

and thanked you for never giving

up your search.


Welcome home.




I wish I could

wrap my love around you

as a shield

from all the pain and hurt

the world provides.


I would drape it

over your shoulders

and pull up the hood

each morning

as I kiss you good-bye.


Each night

I would remove it

wash off all

that was thrown at you

and mend the tears.


The patches

would be tokens

of my love and joy

and I would never run out

as you provide me

with a never ending supply.


I wish I could

Wrap my love around you

as a cape

for you are my hero.



Bratty Sub

Roses are red,

so is my ass –

but that is what happens

when you give a Dom sass.


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