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WHEN THE COLORS CHANGE by Jeffrey Littrell


this poem is for she who stood beside me,

and while fighting off her demons

gently wrapped me in her love

this is written for my gypsy angel

who led me like a beacon

shining  brightly from above


in times of sadness, she would render comfort

in times of celebration, we would raise our glasses high

this is for the one who lay beside me

while the earth beneath us trembled

and the stars fell from the sky


when the colors change, it makes me think of you, dear

another year is ending,

like the closing of a door

I’ll live my life in tribute to your kindness

and in honor of your memory, mi amour



Thunder And Lightning ( when I saw you ) by Jeffrey Littrell

it was Thunder Over Louisville
the smoke hung in the night
there were thousands down on 4th Street
under the fireworks so bright

I was trying to get a taxi
at 6th Street and West Main
when she rushed under the canopy
it had just begun to rain

some might deem it happenstance
or perhaps, the hand of fate
that brought us both together
at that time and on that date

the wind came off the river
deftly lifting her skirt high
her umbrella was turned inside out
we laughed until we cried

she pulled out a pack of Dunhills
and I set one ablaze
we agreed to share the taxi
and I tried to turn a phrase

there was lightning in the skies above
and magic in the night
and for the first time in a long time
I knew I’d be alright

DAYS ARE LONGER by Jeffrey Littrell


my muse

everyday you seem further away

more gone than the day before


my eyes

have grown vacant

and cold since your passing


my love

is like a pail of water

that I spill into the dirt


my heart

a pump no longer primed

with valves rusted shut


my journey

a labyrinth of turns

testing my sufferance


there was nothing

no farewell,

no sweet kiss goodbye


I lie here

my heart calcifying

trying to recall every detail about you


NC-17 by Jeffrey Littrell


the sky is midnight blue

one white hot stolen kiss

reaches inside me

where the beast lies dormant

a torrent of sugared blood released

a rainbow collage of tangled limbs

finally, the frenzied lioness

trembles beneath me


I saw her hiding

behind the callous looks of skeptics

peering past their pathetic charade

beckoning me

to follow her

away from the encroaching shadows

only to fall laughing

into the waiting taxi



we met beside the promenade

it had been many a year

you still put lemons in your water

and tuck your hair behind your ear


as the city breathed all around us

the smell of hibiscus hung in the air

you suddenly hiccupped and you laughed

as we began our forbidden affair


fate’s a spiteful mistress

life, an unassuming beauty

they dazzle you with vivid splendor

through clouds of ambiguity

SOUTHERN COMFORT by Jeffrey Littrell


in your eyes I found the fury

that so few people possess

with your touch, you re-ignited things

that I’d long put to rest


with your words

I felt my trust return

as you passed, a brushing kiss


to deny your southern comfort brought

I’d only be remiss



the smell of poppy-scented candles

wafted from hidden votives

my reflection was in her window

coyly masking hidden motives


in a turquoise mini-dress with pearls

and that perfume I adore

she kicked off her high heels

and laughing, pulled me to the floor


wrapped inside her sweet embrace

conquered and entranced

my head was spinning dizzily

yet my senses felt enhanced


your pirouettes and violent kisses

now linger on my mind

a sweeter tasting grape, I know

that I shall never find

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