And She is but a Dream (A six verse poem)
by J. Johnson Higgins

From birth to the grave
His heart not behaved
The blood a two way stream;
Her hand is to his
Like a three-fold kiss
And she is but a vivid dream

What smiles have we
That others don't see
While the moon, it casts its beam;
To the light of her eyes
Full of beauty but wise
When she is but a stolen dream?

I look at her now
And ask myself how
How can our fire not gleam;
Thy subtlety noted,
And my odd way quoted
oh yes, "she is but a dream"

But she is real to me
How else could it be?
When we met, my world not serene;
Her feet on the ground
They do make a sound
As if coming forth from a dream

The taste of her lips
A sweet solar eclipse
A chalice of great Hippocrene;
The drink of the gods
Will defeat all odds
Of caging my sweet nymph in a dream

As she enters this world
My deep waters swirled
But damned is my existence it seems;
She hears my voice
Then makes an alternate choice
Damn her and her loveless dreams.

Warm Blood
by J. Johnson Higgins

I look on with curiosity as a warm blooded woman brushed my path, her eyes consumed by curiosity as well.

And at once I tell myself:

"No. My cold blood must remain frozen in order to remain fresh!"

And so I accept a dance with only the finest of dark, wicked, Princesses with cold hearts.

We Kiss and never kiss again...

I write to her:

Your lips to mine are but a smattering of sin upon my many, many years. Your black lipstick is never to leave me but it is never to be remembered either.

I desire warm blood.

In a letter I scrawl to an audience of none:

'Sister Curiosity where art thou?'

A light wind blows the light from my candle. It is dark.

A mysterious woman kisses my neck.

But I, being numb, know not whether those lips are warm or cold.

Now I Remember
by J. Johnson Higgins