I cannot share what I feel,
only know I can find comfort
time allows our lives to find balance.
In the scheme of things,
no one would understand,
when the words are put aside, we smile.
Oh, to feel your touch, your skin,
your sweet twirl on the back of my neck,
to reach and touch your cheek,
to know you feel me now is my peace.
It is this – we – our travels,
so special in a distant harmony
defined only in our hearts,
a comfort that we might share.
I wonder the fragrance of her hair,
when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,
Let me breathe in your sense
before you leave me forever.
For it is that permanence
occurs every time I say good bye
Today I have been watching time
wishing only some sign,
an indication that tells me I am not crazy,
that this is real,
the ache I feel is the response to losing her.
I wanted summer to be alive with love,
a shower of affection like a late summer rain,
the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,
kissing each other in the constance
of a watery memory,
the times we would together,
flatter each other
with a certain elusive desire.
Yet it is today I stand
I wonder how much longer she can
let my need to share sensual dreams
her being by my side,
the scent of her,
stays in my mind,
There is a valley,
we all have a vantage point,
it carries a visual acumen,
filled with a variable progress.
I often wonder of accurate planning
the desire is action together
Yet we know acrimony might ensue
certainly we obscure our agency to love.
Would we in time languish desire,
that eternal love allows change
when what we long remains
always beyond lament’s labor.
If when we understand the truth
our lives would use simple time,
our world might utilize a passion
discreet yet real, a union met.
Can we begin to earn our truths
without the fear of every venue
combing the grounds to even the fare,
the beauty in love’s eternal eye.
Value allow love unusual ease.
I took a walk today,
a quiet stroll along the river,
lush leaves in a deep valley,
very little of anything.
What is it happens when two souls,
meant to share time,
do experience a fresh rainfall, wet leaves
while the journey continues
there isn’t a word shared, in fact there is
I wonder if now might be anything like the same …
We do take walks together,
we stroll into a sunlit summer
our eyes do search for one another,
all the time,
we know our lives are meant a freedom.
Now, the twilight speaks to mind,
wonder about her,
curious about him and the evening,
It is always that way we both agree,
there is a time when our walk will be
We sat in the quiet of an afternoon,
hands held, felt, smoothed, traced,
we struggled with our eyes today,
a desire to find, unwind, to define.
Let’s return to touch for a minute,
we know each other’s response,
a quiet sort of sweet, solemn love
always with us wherever the need.
A suggestion made at one point,
A reach, a desire to comfort her,
easily noticed and always allowed,
for there is love in the moment.
I know that now the term I sing,
‘if you love someone, set them free’
cannot be asked about or known,
the idea simply will become the mean.
Her robes did convert her elegance
into a certain delight,
the long, sinewy nature of legs,
drawn inside the fabric,
a hand could reach and tease skin,
the notion needed to dive inside,
yet for now she was spectacular,
the ribboned designs,
rainbows and blended lines
caressed her body in a way
that eyes would follow forever,
wanting everything inside,
a thoughtful exploration
would carry me further,
only if when I glanced in her eyes …
He said, the only reason is love,
questions in her mind suggested, what is …
his definition, compared to her own,
what she feels, does he understand,
he wants what she knows, yet, will he, can she,
how might their peace of mind,
For it is that peace in our lives,
on a beautiful summer afternoon,
to respond to the sounds,
the birds in morning,
the wisp of breeze in a hot afternoon,
the starlit ambience of night fall,
in all of these imaginable sensory explosions
we are still seeking semblance,
asking for balance,
allowing that risk and edge to indicate
our lives are brief in the greater
scheme of things,
yet what is the
What is love,
love is why we cry.