I am here to meet people of all kinds, to learn and to grow as a person. I am looking to expand my horizons so to speak.

I am half Irish, half Italian, born in New York raised in Southern California. I have no idea what that has to do with anything, other than if I make you an offer, I guess we could have a couple of drinks while you pine over your decision. Chianti, if it's all the same to you.

I have been through all the same things as most people who dwell on this planet and though I am far from perfect, I am closer to it than I was yesterday.

I see things for how they are, not how I think they should be, so in some ways, that has turned me into a bit of a cynic, but with enough faith in mankind to at least pay attention. I value those little moments in life that most, seem to overlook. (If you need an example here, you just don’t get it and probably never will.)

I am a complete smart ass with a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. If it is said or done in the name of laughter it is VERY hard to offend me. That said, when it comes to the human experience; I am filled with compassion and ruled by raw and unapologetic emotion. (A trait developed while growing up in a household with 5 females) Like it or not, I cannot do anything about it now, nor do I feel the need to.

I am single and I’m fine with that, however, it would be nice to find someone to connect with. Whether that connection is platonic or otherwise, is up to the powers that be. That said, we all have preferences (including me), so please respect mine.

Number one on my list is…be female, this means your x and y chromosomes should be in the proper order, you know, the ones given to you at birth.

1-A: the thought of being lovers with another guy has never crossed my mind; you are never going to change that, so please don’t waste your time, or mine. I am not trying to be mean and I have nothing against your preference, it’s just not one of mine.

Number two: well really, there isn’t a number two; outside of number one and 1-a, everything else is negotiable...see?... nothing too unreasonable, I’m pretty easy to please.

Well there you go, a brief peeling of a couple of layers, I will add to this from time to time so feel free to pop in once in a while or join me in one of the many forums on the site to have some fun and get to know some of the many wonderful people here.




I Should Learn To Write

I’ve heard
“Unrequited love is the fuel
that burns the poet’s heart”

Well, this one is a raging inferno,
a fiery testament
to loves drowning resolve.
Its flames fan out
ahead of my meager words,
past all I would view as practical
yet, never igniting even
the driest of brush.

I have waited for you,
a lifetime

Have I not been patient enough?

Am I not deserving of your love?

Is it my destiny
to live with burning desire
A lifelong discontent

Than perhaps, I should learn a trade
Become a blacksmith or a poet;
my heart could heat brands
of my own design-
glowing red hot verses,
I could burn to your eyes

Would you see me then?
…Would you understand?

I might compare you to the sunrise
but, your beauty extends
far beyond its merciless rays

Or the moon,
but even a simple
cloud can veil its existence

I could tell you that
I wish your whispers
to rest tenderly upon pillows
and softly disappear
into the quiet of night…

Or that I long to hear
your throaty moans
and heavenly sighs
echo throughout this room,
until they melt away;
evaporating into the safety
of these thirsty walls...

Or as others have done;
I could use the gentle, flowing river,
a serene meadow,
the vast stars or the common flower
and these would suffice,
for most...

But, not for you

You are a rarity
and my love for you
is more deserving than a cliché.
More complex than I can explain...

So yes, I should learn to write

With you as my muse
My inspiration, my tablet
Words; to give you sight
Rhyme; to lend credence to my phrase
Entire books devoted to you,
to love...

Kisses would fall in perfect cadence
Touch will liquefy resistance,
as passion ignites in you
that, which has forever burned in me...
My love for you.

A longing deeply rooted
in the sedimentary rock
of my foundation, my soul.

Only then will I become whole
Only then will I realize life’s worth
and shed this moniker of Spartan.

I can join the ranks of the living,
the loved, the men who breathe freely,
the awakened.

O I should learn to write...

For you, for me
For all those who feel nothing
and for the ones that know how I feel
without you...

Without love

kc © 2010


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The Inviting Kiss

you invite me with a kiss
a long deep slow invitation
to join you in a symphony of affection
we retreat as love,
the conductor, summons the orchestra
blankets cast aside
like the curtains of a great music hall
pillows and clothes line up around us,
as if an audience preparing for the performance
the lights go down
the room quiets, as the players ready
the only sounds to be heard
are the light moans of the woodwinds
deepening breaths

we kiss, as hands tenderly tune
familiar instruments
heartbeats quicken and get louder
like the bass drums
building in the background
kissing your soft skin around your neck
and down to your stomach
missing nothing in between
light scents fill the air
matched by the conductors calling for the strings
to join in the movement
your hands find my hair and gently lead the melody

lower still
my tongue lightly and slowly licks and flicks
through the secret garden
begging your flower to unfold
in the sunlight that is my desire
your breathing, erratic now,
mixed with soft sighs and deep moans
one hand pushing against the headboard,
the other pulling my head to you,
like opposing forces
and neither will withdraw

the orchestra louder and louder by order of the conductor
trying to keep up with your cries
you arch your back, as the wave of the first chorus
works its way to your wanting shore
building and building,
until it peeks and comes crashing down
like the sound of a million pieces of glass
hitting the stage and bouncing around
in decreasing decibel;
the maestro is pleased

you quiver with each echo rebounding through the hall
the sound of the harps dance in the night
picking stars from the heavens and dangling them in front of you
their light reflects in your eyes
and I have never seen you more beautiful

you pull me to you
and the piano coxes the entrance
of the sonnet
slowly we move together, in perfect harmony
we are one

so sweet, so expressive, so beautiful
our souls come together where the flesh ends
every breath you take gives me life
my heart circulates for two
our eyes lock half closed,
ecstasy
half open,
pleasure
we stare long and true,
as our bodies dance to the waltz
filling the night air
nothing matters at this moment,
except for the moment
I want to share this with you forever

you feel the vibrations of the distant storm,
but you are not ready
and as the composer intended,
on the perfect down beat
the conductor turns the page and the arrangement changes
you take first chair,
as I sit on the stage
looking up to the wonder of you
riding me into a short, but powerful solo

you lift me to your glistening breast
pleasure and pain walk together
and neither gets the night off…

with the rhythm section holding strong,
my mouth finds you erect
and I bite down
releasing my grasp,
as the delight turns to ache
the horns like your fingernails
dig deep, into my back
as I reach behind you and pull your hair
tilting your head to one side,
the violins mimic your screams

loves arms are raising and sweeping
begging the company to hold each note
as if it were the last
trying to draw every ounce of energy
from each exquisite tone that escapes
your parted lips
the whirlwind of this piece has the audience
silently entranced
we roll over as before
twisting and turning
legs fighting for leverage
never stopping
oblivious to all that surrounds us,
all but the passion that has engulfed this concerto

there are no children present
and words not often spoken drive the command performance
**** me, **** me you urge unto me
pulling me deeper
begging me not to stop
squeezing me, with all of your might
the crescendo building ever closer
our pace increases
feverishly we continue
moaning and crying out
trying not to reach the end,
though we both know we want to

the slide of the winds in and out,
the bows from the strings rising and falling
the conductor’s arms
flailing about, demanding everyone to stay in time
building to a deafening climax

the drums beating harder and harder
pounding out the last of the composition
faster and faster the opus moves
finally ending with the piercing sound of two
nearly simultaneous earsplitting,
determined roars of thunder
the tiny drops of sweat rain over us
and give life to what we share
and for just a instant,
silence prevails…..

the conductor raises her hands, to her lips
and blows a kiss to the company
opening loves arms,
as if to embrace us for all eternity,
then bows in thanks to the players
who just gave their all

the hum of our breathing subsiding,
as the reverberation of the now faint ending
slips away…

I collapse and melt into you
pulling the covers over us
we lie together
holding on to the last of a magnificent recital
as I slip into half sleep

thinking...
one last kiss, before we succumb

thinking...
I can’t wait for tomorrow

thinking...
there is nothing more beautiful than this

thinking about...

the next inviting kiss

kc © 2009

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The Night

tonight the August air is still
though predictably heavy with
humidity
that’s the way it is the south;
in the summer

the moon is full and brilliant in the north sky
I’m sitting in the middle of my backyard
sipping a glass of wine,
enjoying the day’s last cigarette
and I am at peace

all around me the night is teaming with life
a few lingering fireflies dance under the
wisteria canopy
that hangs from the Bradford Pear,
just this side of the back fence

tree frogs are calling out to
one-another
the bull frogs loudly proclaim
their presence
crickets and even locust
scream for their recognition
a coyote howls in the distance
and now, that little rat terrier next door
is joining in (as usual)
I genuinely hate that mutt
with his four inch legs and
Napoleonic complex, but tonight,
I am at peace

in among the Pin Oaks next to the run-off creek
that borders me to the west,
on a crooked branch of the lone
hickory tree, sits my bi-weekly visitor
his magnificent silhouette is easy to spot
with the backdrop of the bright sky
he is rather large and being very vocal tonight
“who…who…whooowoooooo, who...who…whooowoooooo” he calls
and we wait,
moments later, from the far off distance
the exact call returns
and we are both
at peace

as menacing as he may seem
to the rabbit that lives here,
seemingly to feed exclusively off of my
tulip bulbs,
and the squirrels that remain hidden
in the trees around him
I find a comfort in his attendance

unlike the cat that just scurried into the bushes
at the corner of my house,
I look forward to seeing him
I usually talk to him, but tonight,
I simply sit here
with my feet wet from the dew that clings
to the narrow blades of grass that are
trying to tickle my ankles
the same grass that is home to the
spiders and worms, the ants and toads,
the occasional box turtle and snake
I just sit here and listen and
I am at peace

the night is blaring, but
there are no sirens
no cars passing by
filled with people too busy
to actually enjoy themselves
no children playing
no screams of fear
just me
and the night
full of activity
and it is exquisite

I apologize;
I thought for a moment tonight
I would write a poem
a poem about those arms, her arms,
the ones that hold me gently
when I need it
and firmly when I don’t realize
I need that too

it was going to be
beautiful
it would have been, had she existed,
and God knows we all could use a bit
more beauty,
but as I sit here rapt
by the din of my surroundings
the arms have been replaced
by something unexpected
and I am at peace knowing that
in the shadows of this crystal moon,
lies enough beauty
to generate the jealousy
of a thousand suns

© 2011

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Desire

I lay here while you sleep,
my heart dances in the air you exhale
Your body frozen in quiet slumber
Mine aching with desire
All my thoughts are of you

That smile...

Those hands that know just how to touch me
How to hold me
How to make life real

The rose petal lips that whisper my name
so softly in the deep night

Your intoxicating laugh that takes me past the legal limit
any time I dare to indulge

These perfectly almond shaped eyes, like magnets,
seem to hold on to a part of my soul each time we say goodbye

I lay here while you sleep and my heart dances in the air you exhale
Your body frozen in quiet slumber
Mine aching with desire

Desire...
Desire...
Desire...

kc08