Concupiscence
Enveloped in liquid serenity
Through the veil of concupiscence
Revealing my true identity
Desperately imagining….abstinence
Longing
The longing reluctantly wrapping the soul
Like morning fog hugging squeamish ground
Burrowing into the psyche, an intolerable mole
Paralyzing the mind with no peace found
Old Couple
Like two swans on a still pond
They quietly glide through life
Without creating any ripples
Love
Washed, dried, and folded your underwear and bra
First thought I should be embarrassed
But curiously felt only intimacy and love