The Seconds After Midnight

Sheer and tranquil
Your body soaked in magic
Approaches me still
Moments
Embraces
Lingering sensations
Tracing your outlines
Your curves and your perfection
The candlelight dances playfully
As your hair runs down my chest
Silent moans become louder
As the lovers unite in passion
We move like trained riders
Dancing to each other's beat
Wanting to touch every inch
Wanting to experience each second
As we climax and collapse
Breathing heavily into each other
The candle blows out furiously
The warm wax gently solidifies
The seconds after midnight
Continue to tick away

The Man From Hurst

There once was a man from Hurst
Stocky, bald and bereft of emotion
Each day he woke up absent of hope
He lifted his lugubrious body slowly
As if forcing time to bend to his will
As he gazed into the grimy mirror
Bloodshot and empty eyes stared back
His mind searched for any memory
Or thought to crystallize his existence
To distinguish one day from the other
To make him aware of being alive

There once was a man from Hurst
Who woke up one day and decided
That today was the day that mattered
He showered and he brushed
He pressed and he dressed
He ate flapjacks laced in syrup
And drank coffee with extra sugar
He wiped his face
He tied his shoe lace
And stepped onto his porch
This stocky man from Hurst
What life he led one doesn't know
As he sees the crimson dawn disappear
He decides to walk a path untraveled.