What mistakes?

Whatever that is:

I want to come up there
kiss you on you your Mid-West
smart mouth
and have
winter sex with you.
 

Like a worn in t-shirt:

turned out my favorite
color
was you
and I keep wanting to wear
you
over and over.


Like a glove:

I know we fit.
doesn't matter im
so much - well, slightly older-
with sometimes scratchy beard

faded tattoos
mixed with the new
ones we collect
together.
like the bruises
 I give to you .
We have some kind of chemicals
or maybe its your ass
I just want to spank
and tell you
things, like how I fit into you.
and that we are drugs
and summer
and winter snow
and this sounds like bullshit
but its our
bullshit
it's our starry night
when all of sudden
all our nothings
become
something.

One Fathom above Sea level

    Here is what happens-  The flu kicks my ass the last week of the new year. I lacked interest in writing,  jerking off, working out, scrolling and scrolling through your stuff to hopefully see that pic of you that turns me on- so, 
..all the things I normally love so much.
I miss Creeping her.

 But, like a good Sea-monster soldier. Like a vampire. I live again. I changed the names on my blogs out of being bored. Something nautical and that makes more sense to the direction of where I live and swim and breathe. I'm sick of being a fathom above sea-level. Its time to get back in the dirt. Underwater.

I filed my Taxes today- I decent return and all the money is going into Road-trips, adventures and tattoos.  This years philosophy is to stop buying things and start buying experiences. I have several ideas of where I want to go and a few Tattoo artists in each region. Just have to see how the timing of the bookings work in relation to where and when Ill be.    

Shipwrecked Sailor

I'm a shipwrecked sailor on an island near the sea.
 
Randomness-
I'm not gonna say I was the first to appreciate a fine ASS. Big butts. But, have you seen my Flickr page? Do you not know that I started many years ago  perfecting the art of photographing  the mystery and curves of  the female butts? So much so, I think you should ask me over to take a picture of yours.

I'm a shipwrecked sailor
with bright tattoos
of places
ive never been
because im stuck here
like you.
I've been thinking of swimming
over
but the sharks
but the jellyfish
but the,
excuses
and rum. 
I'm building a boat. 
Ive survived on my thoughts of
her,
but over time they are fading.
i want something
real
the cannon fire
the smoke
and revery
I want the treasure
she's
hiding
draw me a map. X mark the spot.
I want to pillage and plunder
her body
and mind.
 





  

Start of something

 

 It has been the longest silence since this began. Then I realize there is no-  this. no - us. Something to start the year off. The lack of ....the need of....you. something. this. us.  The breath between words.

how close do you remember the thunder storms?
 the snow drifts?
the parking lot -
hotel room sex?  how close do you still
keep me
in your heart?
one on one
nobody knows us
we cut the lines
we cut
cake
hiding away- hide you away
we opened up veins - watch 
me - watch you
I want you to open for me
how close do
lie your dirty heart
you still do ?
next to me