Cosumed

~~Consumed

Why don’t we drink till we drown our sorrow?
Raise our glasses toward a better tomorrow

Cry all the tears still trapped inside
Struggle to get our hands untied

The scent of summer roses so bittersweet
Remove our masks so we finally can meet

Bolt the doors to spirits of the night
Dance with me in the flickering candlelight

Feed the hunger that lives deep within
Where my flesh ends your touch begins

You make the music while I keep time
While we make love to another glass of wine

Form our connection under the moon and stars
Time to discover exactly who and what we are

Seal any doubt with a fiery kiss
A recreation on earth of heavenly bliss

Free our hearts so they can now take flight
Crossing all boundaries of an endless night

Let our mutual attraction take its toll
Allow this passion to consume us whole

Gary Edward Allen 2005 ©

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.