Drummer Boy

It’s tender love-making,  as velvet infiltrates my ears.  My benevolent home is whispering. I wonder, where he has been all these years.  It’s lying on a bed of roses,  as melancholy catches my eyes. He perfects the drums and rocks the basses. I remember, hearing the heavens sigh. He’s Jazz From Rock Central, sets my…

Bourbon in My Coffee Cup

You were bourbon in my coffee cup. The taste that was not quite right, but I went ahead to fill it up. I tried to comprehend the plight That you said was inexplicable And no matter how, you stood unfamiliar. I drank, as shivers were sent down my spine. Delectable, inquisitive touches that I reckoned…