My goal with this page constantly evolves – there was a time when all I wanted was to pique a woman's interest in the hope we connect through writing, dialogue … today, with all of the wonderful inspiration I've received, my need is to further my respect and intrigue in the sensual nature of 'woman' in all of her grace and elegance. I do hope you might enjoy!

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A Clear Night in December


There is clarity,

in walking through our reality,

I’m in a hurry,

hoping to find you there.

 

I watched every person,

family, couple, single woman

walking through the

popular restaurant.

 

The streets were active,

holiday festivities,

the spirit of love in the air,

except alone I stood in the crowd.

 

I was waiting, hoping, wanting,

I wished for an interaction,

a notice,

the possibility our paths might cross.

 

The night belonged to the active locals,

A quiet little borough, where I couldn’t find her.


For This Kiss, I Would


Wait until the end of a storm, to know,

when gray disappears, I could find you,

for that is my blue,

my wonder,

that is my intrigue asking to be found.

 

For it is this kiss, I might hesitate,

wanton desire,

yet in this moment,

I leave my passion suspended,

for it is in your heart I want

only peace,

and there, by the moonlight,

standing on a bridge,

artsy,

it is where you will find my soul.

 

Tonight, in the breeze,

a chill of reality plays our soft tell,

yet,

stand with me, hold me, see me,

know that I would walk the hours

to have your heart

share my love for you.

 

For it is that intrigue,

so might we imagine,

so wrapped in words of

a timeless tradition …

romance,

for while I glance the sky,

I’m at peace realizing I never will,

I’ll always be satisfied,

knowing I don’t know why


Romantic Interlude


clever portrayal

camera ready level

candelight measure


Inside The Mind Of Depression


I wonder if they know,

his mind was quite unspoken,

when a revelation

of sanity would steal his passion.

 

Sitting alone again,

alone again,

sitting again in the quiet of an evening,

wondering just how this happens,

wandering throughout the many avenues,

the mind will take this forlorn

mechanic

this human condition,

this interaction,

a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else

really cared as much as

the real victims that exist around

our selves

all the time.

 

Ever do we wonder about the soul,

when lost in the critical masses

of exceptional reasoning.

 

Inside that depression piece,

seems to speak its own mind

when no other reasoning

comes to mind.

 

On a given day,

the world,

no matter if it might be local,

perhaps across the world,

there is a reason,

if in the beat of our audible pulse,

the heart can speak,

and she will honor love.

 


Simple Freedom


When knowing her freedom

is resolute in quiet integrity

is definable in spontaneity

is wonderful to allow natural sigh

is forever intertwined in truth.

 

Though while allowance gave peace

he did respond to certainty

he would revel in her elegance

he might also known the truth, real,

is assurance human condition feels.

 

While life has simple turns and memory

his complication her beauty

the mystique when touch her cheek,

his lips, back of fingertip,

when eyes wet rest upon her soul ,,,

 

Will whisper now freedoms in simple love


This Posture


Like yesterday, perhaps in the moment,

a gasp

to the naked eye,

such is beauty,

inherent in the persona

of a lover in her privacy.

 

Only quiet reminders

might recall,

such is the treasure will

a woman

behold upon a man,

sweet delight is mystique.

 

If forever could suggest,

a posture,

a pose,

a need to expression,

then while the world evolves,

would my heart be held in hers.

 

We will remember the moment

sweet demeanor is passionate notice.


Living Inside The Movie ‘Crash’


I would live there,

that corner,

near all the action,

where a million different lives,

were modeled around

each other,

to be no different,

to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.

I would live on that block,

I could fall in love with the feeling,

of finally understanding,

we might just as well,

be the same as the other,

rather than continue the battle.

I would live there

if I could have you …

live the world in happy,

to fashion each other’s eyes.