If I might touch an invitation,
sweet chill damp taste
treat me well
sensation my skin come alive
I can feel you with me,
just take me along,
let me know,
all she ever wanted was to love.
An unbridled need to know, to have, to share,
yet we all want to simply receive.
How might we define our passion for recognition,
even when the least anticipated notion,
cannot be asked for,
until perhaps when the moment suggests,
thoughtful recognition drawn by need’s desire
overcomes our staid personality,
that which interferes with natural
While away the day with me,
we’ll create our own world together,
you and me,
on a sunny day in a midwestern haze,
Let’s take a drive and watch the world evolve
me and you
we wanted to imagine a world inside a castle
designs to take us away
we were cool
that day in the summer a breeze we felt
holding court letting fantasy tease our lives
I love you
in your eyes I could feel a desire, a special
lightning with every glance, and yet her world
only to ourselves as we wandered through time
wishing this would be our cruiser beyond today
dropping off our desire with a slow hopeful stroll
we could have left that day and never returned
you love me
I couldn’t know the desire we would some day
wonder about the what ifs of everyman’s wish
be still now
time’s remedy has allowed this memory to return
we left our nostalgic dreams in safe-keeping
can you hear me?
that we desire
if while sun rise could
give ourselves to routine,
allow the moment
beyond any lament
serene imagination pristine.
If when I imagine you sweet,
shuddered eyes, near sleep
if when fingertips sweep,
naked skin, night shadows complete.
Might how her passionate embrace
suggest we create
a new travel, without debate.
Could we an emotional race
begin, bodies feel, sensual release
a build to love, to console,
to know our lives could be whole
if we knew spontaneity is peace.
ease, casual, taste –
shudder; sweet face,
If it were,
a radio song,
perhaps a reminder
of the one
on your cassette player
you even recall where you were
when recording ‘our’ song.
just the memory,
brings you into my arms,
when we voracious with desire,
tore our sleeves apart, un-snapping jeans,
our haste as the world played around us,
we were seeking oneness,
and the music brought us to that place
we both needed to believe.
if I could,
would you listen again,
while our worlds continue
to grow apart,
as they should.
Would it be a shiver,
indeed, the very touch of your skin,
against mine in the quiet sunset of our lives.
would that all of my desire, my passion,
might respond to your intrigue, lest any reservation,
only sheer sensuality, unbridled to reach so high,
in discretion, we imagine, yet in the public eye,
only mine and yours do we seek more attention.
In mild contrast, we tease each other’s eye,
a sensation of fantasy, a stroll along the telephone wire,
old friends whose mind wild with desire
contain themselves with their own delicious
retreat into a touch, an afterthought,
a conversation with physical response,
yet, together in their own separation,
the safety of climax might reach or may play a song,
long wound in rhythmical pace,
drawing strong the need to become
one with each other
across the world.
I really did love you,
good start right?
Why not go right to the heart,
that failing, rasping, begging mass
of organic dependence,
that piece of my body torn apart.
I waited, not just because I wanted you,
I did, on so many levels,
I waited because I needed you,
I did because you were that special
that sort of magical peril we all try to cross,
and sometimes fall,
and sometimes fall really hard.
I didn’t fall that hard though,
you’d made it clear,
you weren’t ready to love me,
so I took off,
well I went my way,
gained some distance,
I might be distracted,
and I was for years, distanced, happy,
sadness had gone with the breeze,
until that sunny afternoon in May.
I knew I could stil love you,
Again, I just want you