I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Where Autumn Begins


While it is no secret we do,

like the leaves falling in summer’s end,

come to rest,

to land in grace,

to feel the earth meet our bodies,

much is said about the essence of time,

why we do the things,

they tell us not to do.

 

The ache in hearts lost in the forlorn

nature of time, a cyclical pattern

does welcome our own mystery,

when another’s eyes look upon the

quiet reality of who we might decide

we are to be in that perfect moment.

 

When I do begin to feel the loss,

so often it is my own undoing,

my quiet soul reaching out to hold

onto any aspect of her love,

if only to feel the presence of desire,

to know that I can be fantasy,

a quiet landing where love resides.

 

Where do I go she would like to know,

when all I can want is …

all I can ever wish to allow

is the space of time to hold our soul.

Please, your words are ever so appreciated ...

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