I have left different pieces,
a heartbreak here,
oh sure a typical fare,
a part of my soul belongs over there,
and somehow along the way,
I always discover another day.
There is this mountain top,
oh not the ‘free at last’ memoir,
yet, it is a place where I recall,
I left many pieces of me there that day,
having since noticed it to be paved away.
I can grasp the reality of my way,
only as one would suggest,
when all of my chakra’ point a similar way,
that is the truth,
a place where seldom might I hide,
the easily swayed part of me I’d say.
I fell in love with her this way,
a manner I’d speak of only with she,
while eyes would take me to new regions,
well beyond the hilltop, inside a forest
one might imply,
is the only place a wild remote may stay.
Those pieces of my life,
I’d sometime rather not say,
would help define the whole of me today,
if only I could ever balance,
ever discover that natural breeze,
helps cool the rage remains when run astray.
There is a privacy,
a certain delicious manner,
when in our quiet moment,
our eyes do glaze in realizing passion,
in recreating a pleasure,
a certain abundant nature of reaching.
We do reach when we are together,
gives me her center,
I would search forever,
to find a way to bring delicious pleasure,
to a moment when eyes closed,
the world drifts in private assurances.
Yes, let’s take chances,
so that your lips will find mine,
eyes tear in unison,
we do know …
oh to understand there is more,
always the year remains,
to touch, feel, breathe, to count upon,
having your heart in my hands,
to each, we seek in privacy,
the elegance of soul.
A sweet pose, not meant for eyes,
only the girl inside may know
her heart has a quiet ache,
holds room for a soft soul.
She might wonder about life,
what is this place we all decide
matters inside ideals of desire,
knows alone better than most.
On the other side of town,
exists a confusion has a yearn,
a constant, streams connect lives
he imagines hers a lovely world.
A time ago she spoke of nature,
he will hold on forever, a sound
whistle in the twilight – –
reminders to share eternal love.
Silent is the night while we live
close to beauty, chosen elegance,
She is spiritual mystique, free,
to know surely love is a forever.
In step with love your peace alive
where when my mind runs amok
playful in shallows she will strive
to wonder if his love be just luck.
She will bask in the beauty of time
knowing when he did offer a bliss
she is a dream rosemary and thyme
for away he is gone his love amiss.
We once share the river in a throe
a place where intimacy did wild
allow our bodies intermingle go
until nightfall sated; now exiled.
She might exist on buoyant plane
sweet reminisce, her arousal alone
he recalls her in elegance plain,
that mistake the current has grown.
I do wander in time search my release
I imagine yes she remains adrift in peace.
If we might imagine for a moment
in all of her grace is taken for granted
yet fly she will
in human form to reach the sky
supine sinewy seance in swan like motion
hers is meant only as treasure
in the moment,
in her own personal reality.
must we tarnish the elegance
in all of her wondrous magic.
Ask only a favor
to recognize this sky seeker
vulnerable as sweet dove
serene in sensuality
meant to pleasure the eyes,
within fantasy the mind
could delight …
watch her fly, watch her …
seek the sky.
*I am fortunate to have the permission to occasionally attach the wonderful photography of Allen Parseghian to my work. Always grateful.
It was just the other day,
I was a different sort of man,
by the end of the day.
I’ve always wanted you,
figured I might out of the blue
have you just the way I may.
It was just the other day,
I discovered a newer reality
I was lost in an ego drift.
When my notions of a woman of spectacular
caresses my mind any moment, every time,
I shudder to imagine,
just how beautiful she can be,
when she is away from me.
I wonder sometimes if that same
wandering soul could remain
as static as the time of day.
Things change, if I may,
I do have the same heart throbbing
desire for the beauty of you,
yet I cannot simply have my way,
without a favorable sashay sway.
I do get that, I really do.
In coming to terms,
I now take a pause
to imagine what affirms
my desire is my own only.
I sometimes have to realize
accentuating beauty, your elegance,
is a sojourn for the wise,
that gentleman of candor and chance.
So if I may,
I’d like to say farewell today,
to any particular manner obtuse,
that reflects upon an objective stare.
I can continue to love the beauty of you,
relish, dream, wanton passion extreme.
You do send me for a twirl anyhow, way,
It was just the other day,
I struggle to know,
what is right from wrong,
when it is I know there is love,
there is a memory of need to share
what we both believe began our journey
I swell as easily into society’s trappings
as the next fallen victim,
that sir, a madam, that genuine spirit
knew the treasure of delight in passion.
Now today, a cloudy day becomes a regular
reality in that visual palette of survival.
I wonder why when I do reach,
the hands that create passion,
I hope might begin their return,
stay at bay,
wait again for some moment of indecision,
a perhaps metal wall
capable of no interference.
I remember when
eyes would speak a loud
until the words no longer need
only our writhing embrace
would carry out that lead,
while animals enhance sensuality