Ministrations Poems - Poems about Ministrations

...The Flower and the Butterfly In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace, A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed, Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist, Which caress her form like the softe......Read the rest...

...all the stuff going on that motel was heating up but the locksmith didn't speak Irish too well & besides he got drunk & robbed the wrong merry-go-round anyway... Sigh Banal as it might seem, it's ......Read the rest...

...A green chaplain to trees nurtures Her root systems and dancing prancing branches Preaching reaching deeply into shared 0-soul trunks, circling spinal enthusiastic core Breathing circul......Read the rest...

...Perhaps you're apathetic to my ministrations fatigued by my futile attempts at suturing the suppurating wounds inflicted by others who came before me much like those I suffer both of our spiri......Read the rest...

...Don't want to be stuck in the Trauma Prevention Department. Don't want to work that hard on dogmatic compartments for politically correct CAPITAL INVESTMENT governments over-investing in caut......Read the rest...

...It is early one morning, and you are making love to me. Sunshine is streaming through the curtains and I am disinterested in your ministrations. I wonder if we could ever be soft people. L......Read the rest...

...My master Your hand around my neck You tug on my hair As I moan for more I've never felt such pleasure Your tongue and hands Reaching every inch of my skin I'm not thinking at all Yo......Read the rest...

...Tom: Well, do tell? But like I said, I’m not a stranger. I’m a businessman; and more than that. Why, I could be just like a brother to you if you’d let me. Besides, I studied music once, too, but tha......Read the rest...

...To partake of ... the portions, prized and precious - you share with me the dearest of you, places and parts and priveleges of rare and delicate aspect, th......Read the rest...

...We may have found a time in human maturation when our history of depression becomes unveiled mutual suppression of healthy impressions, We may be coming upon a time of opportunities for clima......Read the rest...

...Insurrection by Michael R. Burch She has become as the night—listening for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening, reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling, lashes my cheeks with its soft ......Read the rest...

...Afterglow by Michael R. Burch for Beth The night is full of stars. Which still exist? Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know. For now I hold your fingers to my lips and feel their p......Read the rest...

...Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until... Futile lamentations reverberate along corridors of times long gone, this papa tearfully apologetic revisiting his base, fitfully lachrymose torturing......Read the rest...

...Held behind cold stone walls, In silence, marched to work. The shabby dressed walked prison halls, Hell waits for those who shirk. Breaking rocks or picking rope, Naught to eat save gruel and ......Read the rest...

...I feel you like a gaping wound, A great fetid, gangrenous maw That will never close. I feel you eating me alive, Your disease, Penetrating brain and bone Psyche and soul. Leaving me twisted,......Read the rest...