I didn’t ask for much .. and got side swiped in return.

And yet the gravity of us keeps me strong.

What do you do when you meet the end of your sentence –

In the essence of another person’s presence?

And he’d have you in pieces while your heart is big enough to hold him whole..

Tic tic, running with a handful of sticks,

Don’t lose your footing as you loosen your grip.

Pat, pat – he had you at ‘keroac’ –

As your thoughts fire to the same heat,

Flint to the rhythm – daring you to speak..

Fast catch to the fly – our minds sync and bait..

Illuminate and singe the sides.

To collide and spill over me .. my other, my other certainty undenied.

(Rochester, NY. Spring 2009, for my ‘other’)

Posted: August 23rd, 2009 under erotic poetry, my poetry.
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Can I peel my hungar off the corner of your mouth?

Can I stir between my thighs, soften and light up in your eyes

While we sit – strings over a bridge to loosen the tensions between us?

I’d like to slip into your brain for a while, unzip your synapses with my teeth.  I find your thoughts arousing, your words corral me.

I quiver in the proximity of how you think.

I am wet from things said and unsaid,

For even between those plutonic sheets there is embedded arousal.

Our minds give and take foreplay for hours.

And as we play – we are adjusting the tensions, exchanging breath – keeping the strings taute and the lips wet,

To open another session, we take smoke breaks as if we’d been sweating and naked.  But we were slipping in and out of the love our mind’s were making.

(Rochester, NY. Spring 2009, for my ‘other’)

Posted: August 23rd, 2009 under erotic poetry, my poetry.
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\”i am\”

“I am, I am your fantasy.  I am, I am your spring board. I am, I am your freedom.  I am, I am your reward.  And you want to feel alive, and I make you feel alive, cause I love to be alive… but you really don’t know me, no you really don’t know me.  I am your bright sunshine. I am your dark decline.  I am what your life is missing. I am your wishful thinking.  We all want to be.. puzzle pieces to keep the picture we’re making, to keep ourselves from fading.  Will I last if I keep changing?  I am – my fantasy. I am – my freedom. Here I go – a spring board, In the end I’m my own.. reward.  Despite what you see.. I will be.. alright.”

Posted: April 21st, 2009 under Baby D's Original Music.
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\”Brave\”

(Collaboration-Deborah Spake & Robert Jensen)

..sometimes art and life are a cyclical refrain of mirrors..

Posted: January 25th, 2009 under Baby D's Original Music, performance.
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Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.

Under the snow you wrap yourself into fear.

Out of the cold I emerge to hold you,

Indifferent to the elements my vision to cut through.

The flower that opens and closes with time,

As the stars no longer living retain in my mind.

Once worn thoughts linger in the space between,

To gather on the silent steps unseen.

Posted: January 22nd, 2009 under NY Chronicles, my poetry.
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