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Lonely as a candle flame,

bouncing, turning

lighting for a moment’s window

then quick fade back to dimness.


If those carbons had choices

they’d burn slowly

surely and constantly

mating with oxygen

tearing off to live

as new –

(see what love does!)

A bound they can’t break

waiting for a tree

to swallow them

drop the carbon to earth

and start over again.



4 Jan 09

In love’s night,

the moon is full,

your breasts – ripe fruit to pick!

your softness, ready to taste


tasting passion,

a sweet sweet wine,

every drop is mine,

every drop won’t be wasted!



4 Jan 09

So, I live with seven dwarves, right?
like seven workers- miners!
who dig all day-
Hey, they’re handicapped
no work provisions,
they just work.

And me?
I stay home and sing, clean
and darn –
darn these socks!
there are so many!
ever try to keep up with seven guys?
underwear all over the floor,
popcorn bowls thrown in the sink,
and the beer cans?   Crap! They’re everywhere!

Happy gets drunk,
sneezy spits his booze on the carpet
Bashful hides in his room,
Doc wants to play doctor
Sleepy snoozes on the couch,
Grumpy doesn’t like the meals, sex, nothing- Snap!

Damn, what am I doing here?
Seven working guys,
and they’re terrible!
Next time, I’ll hang out
with the Witch!

And by the way,
just to clear it up,
after living with seven guys,
I’m not Snow White!






There were days,

when wine was evening

we poured out in sleeping bags,


Sweet, long-


near the fire –

your eyes sparkling,

our hearts snapping like the flames!


We wrapped up

and made love into the night’s breath

God it was good,

all the parts,

the breath, the wine and your voice

calling me to bed,


when night was wine.



Dave Barber

13 Dec 08

When the candle was lit

I settled into a dream

that the flame kissed me

brushed my face

with it’s soft wax,

leaving it’s lipstick

it flickered across me

in a rhythm

making love 





When we finished,

I was out of breath.



Dave Barber

Silly thoughts

5 Nov 08

Podría despertar de un sueño eso era tan verdadero su cuerpo se vistió en cordón negro levantando y gimiendo, usted respiración que crece corta y sus pechos que se menean como las boyas ¡en nuestro océano del deseo! ¡Dios, montando esas ondas de hacia arriba y hacia abajo! ¡sería tan bueno! Pero soy despierto, y usted me hizo una oferta apague la luz usted es cansado y mi corazón todavía está batiendo rápidamente. Peluquero de Dave

Hey!  My new book will be out soon! This is the safe place that I’ve been talking with you for several months now.   please check it out!



Books:  Live in a Minor Key

             Painting with Fingers

             Where the Fence Line Runs

             Natural laws

Letra de amor En este nebuloso, mañana de la montaña, I de largo para su comodidad, la suavidad de sus pechos. No hay cama suave excepto usted, ningún lugar es casera, excepto usted. Mientras que desnudamos, miro cada cubierta caer como las hojas fuera de señalar resto. La aljaba de sus labios cuando hacemos el amor, el tacto de sus manos, encontrando el paisaje del amor, a través de sus montañas y valles. Cada uno de ellos miel dulce. ¡Su voz del amor de la música es un sueño a mi corazón como ella dormita pero despierta repentinamente!

On this hazy, mountain morning,  I long for your comfort, the softness of your breasts.   No bed is soft save you, no place is home, save you.  As we undress,  I watch each covering fall like the leaves outside signalling rest.   The quiver of your lips when we make love,  the touch of your hands, finding the landscape of love, across your mountains and valleys.   Each of them sweet honey.   Your music love voice is a dream to my heart as it slumbers but awakens suddenly!



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