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!

Love

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


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.


Would I Wait Forever


A question it is not

when thoughts of her,

become a statement,

a glance of cheek to touch,

a smile,

a kiss forever drawn my gasp,

it is within the clever agony

of love’s respite,

I would certain

be lost forever

in the light her eyes do cast upon

my sheltered soul.

 

Just an evening

I would cast a shadow upon her knee,

with my roaming hand,

a touch, a soft circular reminder,

of only beauty in the persona

of her smile

drawing me near,

telling me again,

how once,

my skin against her own

did find simple fire,

an energy

that now today,

in my every day,

I find strength

in sweet memory.

 

Oh to know there

is a time,

an adventure

when together

would her heart

offer me shelter

in a storm of flurry,

the passionate embrace

does suggest a time

when lips might caress,

hearts touch,

souls intertwine,

and in her eyes,

would I find my sea.


Those Eyes I Remember


It was when we first said hello,

I mean the time we felt a tear,

a certain joy in knowing,

we searched, smiled, soared.

 

Long before the action of love

would create a simple rapture

in our everyday notions

of what it was we were looking for.

 

She told me about eyes,

and even when I already knew,

I could never forget how important

my life would be if found in a glance.

 

There we began our journey,

always finding a quiet fire,

would lead me back to her own

sense of timing, wanting, deciding.

 

It is in the eyes of a lover,

might we find a certain peace.


When Last Night Whispers


In the reality of my dreams,

I watched her go about her world,

a spectator

I could stand nearby

notice and wonder,

watch the being of her energy

carry a room,

cause purpose in the eyes of an onlooker.

 

This is the certain radiance,

when woman in elegance,

allows only the shine,

the reverence belongs inside a dream

where reality can never sway

the delight of an innocent eye.

 

I stood near the doorway,

wondering about exits,

clearly concerned

the outside world,

where everyone is on their own,

I contemplated the next moment,

would she always stand nearby.

 

Turning toward the room,

I let my dream take me away,

forever bound by the delight of time,

she would, will, can she really, well, yes,

always dance inside a dream

my dream,

the setting

would I rather remain,

an eternal reminder.

 

When love does call out,

we can all remind ourselves,

there is beauty in time,

an elegance in

a silent utterance.