Daily Archives: October 24, 2011


You are joy
when it needs breath
to speak, to laugh
your smile created
to imbue the world
with hope
Son of Adonis and Hermes
a muse who needs no sisters
yet welcomes all
Delight limns your voice
as morning glow
on hummer’s wings
the thrum of dancing movement
as you flit from dream to dream
is echoed in the strident beat
of every heart that ardently follows
Yet there are deeper places
a mind sharpened
by inquisitive nature
and a passion for harmony
for justice, and joy
Bright little bird
you teach us
how to enjoy life
how to love it
Your arrival is like a light
that dispels fearful darkness
And in your eyes
full of deep mirth
and harmless delightful secrets
others find peace
and the most precious gift
of healing laughter

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 10/13/2011
For Brad “Cheeks” Bell


Like thorns punched
through pleading flesh
or words woven
into razor wire
catch me
tug and hang, tug and hang
White petals painted
with red spots
catch and spin on the wire
and my heart speeds in fear
of one who is not near
Gentle breeze
flutters my soul
the splotched white smears
petals on wire thorns
all that is left


© W.R.R. 1/31/2003


Adrift on liquid courage
the Beast sleeps
Muffled sounds
diminished by distance
but my hand is on her mouth
to stop my name
Flooding pleasure engulfs
as she urges me on
and my love spills forth
where his hate has been
She comes to me
for healing, for solace
and I kiss the pain away
Below, the Beast sleeps
as Cain performs his office


© W.R.R. 9/18/1997

If I Only Could

Gentle one, if I could
I would bring you to a bower
hidden from all else but us
I would give you myself
and take whatever you gave
and this sharing would be divine
To scent your spun-gold hair
to loose myself in blue eyes
to pull to me this beautiful one
this blessing to me
And I would give you my strength
my body, my mouth, my comfort
I would worship your bounty
and give you all pleasures
you might ever want or need
But I am weaving fantasy
for to touch you is a dream
that I would fear too much to do
and you have not said you would accept
But in this dream, I would kiss you
caress your supple skin, give you all
in the press of my weight
in your delicate, opening need


© W.R.R 3/30/2002


The voice I cry for, dream of
whispered sweet words of love
and drove pain in me like nails
A desert of ruin, parched of emotion
my life waited, holding its breath
to hear those words
and I took them in like water
and swallowed down the pain
I am beautiful, while you cleave me
I am beautiful, while you make me bleed
I am beautiful, like a benediction
Say the words I would die to hear
and make me hear them
as you make me want to die
Bless me, father, for I have sinned
for I am beautiful


© W.R.R. 6/18/2003


*If M/s BDSM imagery disturbs you, it may be best to skip this poem. If you have to ask what those letters mean, you may want to skip this poem. This describes abuse I survived as a teen; though for others, consenting adults, it is not.*

The room is dark
chill on bare flesh
try to keep still
or the bonds will bite
hands to knees
splayed wide
rough cotton scrape
on mottled cheek
No sound, no movement
but there – his breathing
cut shorter by the sight
of aching weak tragedy
and trembling fear

Burn in muscle, joints scream
time unknown
secret flesh, hidden places
opened by metal bars
lifted, exposed
Fear breeds silence
gives birth to terror
tears and pleading unbidden
garbled mess
listened to but never heard

When the hands touch
spread and slide
body jerks, treacherous
no name for flesh
no word for pain
unknown what is pressed
deep within
and left

Silence and pressure
violation of tears
waiting for hands
for teeth, for hot and
bludgeoning shaft
to claim, remold
absolve by hunger spent
purpose fulfilled
If good, if still
if not unclean
Bite lip, taste blood
cannot scream

Unclean brings nothing
no escape, no release
and the tormentor
the lover
may not return
cry and ache
shift to feel
pressure bites

Exploding breath
veins grow cold
no use, no no no no
It is finished
Darkness cannot absolve
as shameful hunger
dangles, spills
between shuddering legs
Yet the game has just begun


© W.R.R. 10/31/1996

I Am I

I am nothing
I am no one
I am broken
I am I
blank page
torn and stained
I am what I am told
I am beast
I am torn
I am I
filth stained red
there is only
the mask
given, taken
taken away
take it away
and I am gone
I am nothing
I am thing
I am I

© W.R.R. 11/15/1992

Falling Away

Silken waves move
white and gray
as moonlight cants down
falling away
Heavy, slow
pressure builds
afraid to move
to make a sound
don’t break it
this momentary dream
of kindness
Heat blooms
burns this flesh
sears this soul
breath on cheek
sharp with grain
Deep, strong
it coils
bursting inside
this breathless moment
please don’t make me


© W.R.R. 12/23/1993