she’s a real keeper

“New” bed (Photo credit: docjohnboy)

I love to run my hands
over her soft plush euro curves
and with her I can curl up tight
safe for the entire night

she comforts and cradles me
with cozy warmth when I’m cold
from all my daily tensions I am freed
as she offers me all the support that I need

she beckons me in her soft but firm way
to join her each and every night
though it is not exactly what it seems
I share with her my very private dreams

she rests on a firm foundation
just the perfect size for me
yes, I think she’s a real keeper
my Serta Peachwood Perfect Sleeper

defacing myself

Mirror mirror… (Photo credit: antkriz)

no dreams
no fantasies
no utopias

nothing that can be imagined
can not also be twisted

the way of the warped

no nothing

but I pray all is not lost
for in the end
I must turn and face myself

and the big empty

one way or another
I must face myself
for I have no enemy greater than me

If Not For You

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it’s just for you
that I’m lonely
it’s just for you
I cry
but now I wonder why
my love

if not for you
my world would be
a better place
I know
a place
where it never snows
and nothing grows

if not for you
my world would be
a symphony
in an endless sea
only me
no company

if not for you
my world would be
a dark and silent place
apart from the human race
way out in space

it’s just for you that I’m sorry
it’s just for you I dream
but now it all seems
a waste

“If Not For You” © 1983 Ronald K. House

Dream Sequence #1

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caught with no clothes on (in public)

running down a riverbed
as shots ring out overhead
(war waiting…)

walking up and down an endless spiral staircase
in an empty church/cathedral

making love with her (no face)
breathing heavy

can’t breathe
crawling through an air duct
watching the enemy building burn

hero type fighting fiercely
saving her from something evil

screaming in horror

running alone
down a dark street

seeing her face as I fall
over a cliff
into bed. awake.

Only In My Dreams

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Sometimes, we pass in the night

I reach out and touch her hand in silence
or we just talk about little things
while words want to pour out
bursting like a shower of wine over her bare shoulders

her eyes look at me with gentle understanding
as she holds her finger to my lips
to assure me
that she knows

she smiles
as mysterious as the Mona Lisa
golden hair blowing in the breeze
the warm rays of the sun on my skin

waves crashing against the shore
my heart beats slower, ever slower

space and time bend near the event horizon
pulling us together again

then I wake up
back to a cold world full of facts

sometimes, we pass in the night

our two ships
lashed together
side-by-side

the sun sets on the rippling water
our reflections shimmer and merge
separate and fade