After the tropic rain he went into the night listening to frogs and crickets, moonlit dragonflies clacking palms and jacaranda thinking of her
recalling nights they gave themselves to sensuality excitement bestowed on one another in a bed of dark pecan visions of lips and fingertips limbs perfect and trembling
after a blazing July day at the shore with little worn over young sunburned bodies in the air a magical essence sweat, salt and Coppertone
loving each other with eyes wide the delight of flesh, quickly bared between half opened clothes the intoxicating vision of it coming to rest some sixties years later while alone with his thoughts on a tropic night.
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.
Hi everyone! I’m back from the thanksgiving holiday and plan to catch up on my reading. A special thank you to those who waded though my archives during my hiatus and left “likes” and comments. Rest regards.