Crimson Secret

In through the back door, on the couch.
The scent of jasmine and lilies – perfect.
Ice in the scotch chinked a tune.
Approached her on the balcony, unchecked.
My hand on her shoulder, she smiled back – a sign.
Eyes wandered to the fabric – divine.
Met my gaze, whet my thoughts – ardor.
Our drinks can wait, would her spouse? – torpor.
Before the fire, on the rug.
Yearnings caught fire in our veins.
Her shiver, her breathe, her sweat – glistening.
Dancing to the Howlin’ Wolf – prefect rhythm.
Thrust, unite, firm grip,
Ecstasy, procurement, bodies drip.

The ice melted, the jasmine slept,
My smell lingers on her, crept up in her bed
Backdoor alarm, time to go
Society asleep, blind, rooster crowing,
Only she will know.

I Shot Them All

Lebanese House In The Mountains - Lebanon

Could have been the kids
playing in the street
or the grocery store
two blocks away
or the birds chirping at my window
what birds?
there are no birds at my window
I fell asleep
molding my pillow
I dreamt
of oceans of sand
waves crashed and swept me off
my wristwatch fell into the sand
I couldn’t get it back
the waves calmed down
but a whirlpool ahead
worked its way towards me
I opened my eyes
and I saw it was him
he came in with tea
I’ve slept for centuries
but everything seems fine
the kids are playing
the store is open
and the birds at my window
what birds?
there are no birds at my window