Beyond The Blues

...Meanwhile, millions of miles away in space
The incoming comet brushes Jupiter's face
And disappears away with barely a trace

Nude

Calloused finger tips across your imperfections; this is real. 
Naked bodies lay warm in each other. 

I like the way your hands feel. 

 

Red Lights

The paint dried too soon.
This town is chrome,
No one seems to mind and I care too much.