I fell in love, with her,
she told me one day how my words
might draw her to my side,
and I thought to myself,
well for sure,
that was always what I wanted her
So there we were, two of us,
together in the mainstream,
outside of the eye of anyone
nearby who might,
cause our lives to scream,
yet we were in love,
and we watched our shadows,
play romantic games
in the sunlight,
just out of our sight.
We knew there was a time,
one might want more,
and the other might as well,
yet we never realized,
both would struggle with
understanding just why,
or how, or can we, or might you,
why can we not figure out
Yet we knew love,
we are in love,
love is where we took ourselves,
we became the alone
part of understanding why.
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,
I do lie next to you,
in physical form,
a cup – your breast,
a soft perhaps wakeful gasp,
buttocks seek, legs now would writhe,
begin our wound desire … a sigh
my hand stays near –
just how to begin when confusion
while morning sunlight
could indicate the time is right.
I’m afraid I have to
let you go,
I’ve wanted to for a long while now,
yet always, I felt I could,
I might change you.
I was a fool
well, you already know
I just wish I had allowed you to tell me
long before I ever decided to figure this out.
I know in the morning I will cry,
we always seem to find tears when we decide
we are no longer going to feel pain.
That irony of not feeling when we cannot breathe.
I need to let you go,
I need –
if there might be some other way to say,
I just don’t love you anymore.
I don’t know if I ever did, I tried to think so,
imagine how hard I did try,
there were so many occasions,
yet now today it couldn’t seem more clear …
the long and enduring epitaph of a very selfish man
O I do not mean to confuse my endearment …
When in the throe of lovemaking,
I might grip your shoulders,
slide hot thighs in rhythm,
taste your beauty as my mouth search
begins to find a naked nipple,
a gasp, my hand threads your hair,
your arch in your back offers
a swift massage as now I do
in motion, in patterned thrust,
feel wet as my legs find you
grinding, readying, while
mouths find each other
feeling each other’s want,
a sweet grasp,
feverish tease of your breasts,
damp skin flowing,
hips reaching while as we guide
tongues voracious inside each other,
one move, eyes lock
we will ride this storm together.
I wander about physical beauty,
what is attraction,
for when I notice a nude,
when suddenly fabric caresses a nipple,
I am wanton,
I observe with precision,
the bend, an accentuated posture
delicious her derriere.
I wander about a virtual mystique
curious to know
that which may be fantasy,
sleek lines draw eyes
how might my reality
acknowledge the lovely tease
of naked shoulders, slender thighs
pique my imagination
draw the afternoon’s taste
of freedom, of passion, of quiet release
Would I while drawing lips, inner thigh
become less resistant when pleasure
speaks in gasps along sinewy lines of passion.
Well versed she is in seduction,
only by need, rather than demand.
while searching for that manner
moves her lips upon mine,
I will grasp what feels right,
an internal fire where time may wander.
If lips taste freedom,
search wild winds, a rapture
when together her mood aligns
a certain desire,
just the pure exploration
I will bring you home if you let me,
slow strides with soft touch,
fingertips arrange designs
on this naked stretch of delicious you,
and now the gasps,
yes, that is, yes, oh it, yes, I want to be there,
when words lose matter
when agonizing pleasures turn eyes toward passion.
I listen only to wish your ache
becomes my own uncharted waters,
every occasional tease brings more waves ..
we might ride that crest as it should be,
as when the matter of arousal becomes sensuality’s dream.
inside your surreal world of release is where I would
find you, and want you.
Hold still my peace
within a welcome fire.