Tied to the tides
and the sound of his voice,
All of them guides
who each made a choice,
I blink and again
they have this Hawaiian…
I think of them:
Jen and Travis and Ryan.
I think of Savannah…
I think of the Prince…
Cigars from Havannah
and flowering quince…
I think of the woman
who showed me the tides;
who opened me up
as I licked her insides…
as I closed eyelids…
The way that it struck me!
The week that I hid
so that Travis could fuck me.
All tied to the tides
and insights that incited…
which unites and divides us
and keeps us excited.
Written by Jason Wright
October 26, 2026
