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 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
The stars do come alive
stretch across the horizon,
I lay back to imagine
she might wish the same
upon a streaming light
our eyes could feel the night.
We are miles and themes away
that close sense a fantasy
perhaps suffice to know the real
yet in this space a yearn
find the universal center
that place where we together breathe.
It is true we do believe
in a righteous state of mind,
a heartfelt memory holds grace
while worlds away we join the race.
In the quiet bliss eyes do find
love toward we both rewind.
Oh to know the stars do carry a soul
will cross inside our world of dreams.
When a fleeting notion does intercept my mind,
I am suddenly drawn, a recall, a dance,
lips would intertwine,
a searching passionate draw sublime.
For it is then my world will unravel,
only to be found in the shelter of her
that quiet remembrance – happy still.
Once a sweet search, it belongs
a memory in our hearts,
afire with delicious sensuality,
our lips, together, we design a scene.
I watch the world exist around me,
helps my focus, softens my pulse,
yet in a flash of a quiet visual,
she has my heart in sweet touch, caress.
If only for that moment, we could sustain
the world around our soul,
to know that we are always one in this silence,
to believe our certain love remain.
I will forever walk inside this my dream,
of an eternal fire gives solace to all we seem.
Those are the days,
afternoons, the twilight beckoning a red sky,
it is the morning after,
while the children play, the people in their privacy
imagine a softer tone, a melody, a crystal montage,
cascades the mind with brilliance, enticing energy.
Walked outside today in an array of surreal,
the heat a fire on my skin,
the people nearby with an extra step,
all gloominess aside,
there is a rendezvous with beauty,
awaiting anyone across any avenue.
I would stand the heat,
play with the magical sense of this mystique,
turns heads, allows fantasy, creates
I would stand upon the highest ridge,
to only proclaim the beauty of this
I would give her my heart, my soul
already being cradled inside the mystery of time.
Oh to know the response her sweet manner
will give the world around,
when in quiet repose,
she does dance elegant
letting the rays of heat’s sensuality
light her center on fire.
My mind, my body, my eyes,
have this perpetual desire,
though it’s, well, known, has indeed,
been done, thought about, imagined,
I’ve read about it, been turned on by it,
felt the enticement of the excitement
Yet I cannot still call it my own,
a thoughtful repose,
a candid shot in the mind of others,
I still only count upon the fantasy.
A gray day, an indiscernible disappointment
for others it is the excitement,
people watching, people seeing, people wanting,
different shapes and atmosphere and mood.
In the coffee shop on a simple afternoon,
where the stories are being told,
yet we are all so left alone.
A dark persona meant to simply allow space,
moves with a silent purpose,
eyes upon her are anticipated,
yet she has practiced diversion,
allows her life to be contained,
cup in hand, glance to the walls,
all filled with humanity inside their frame.
Choose the table,
please, I’ve arranged myself for you,
to be nearby, close enough to know eyes
suggest a scene,
only if you decide,
I can wish upon a dream,
I can hope to set the tone for this scene.
Wraparound legs, a turtleneck plays inside silk design,
she is stunning in her desire to be the elegance
she certainly portrays in a delicious
Sit there – my eyes dart away, my expression flush,
I wait in hope this lovely woman
will allow my eyes to exchange smiles with her,
though there is more to the story,
a lust, a desire, a certain silent seduction,
a pairing of ideals, of mood, of anticipation,
I would if given avenue, begin a quiet caress,
soft shoulders that speak of need,
lips, with little of a painted display,
yet certain to provide the sensuality my yearn
might feel if given a key to this fantasy.
She sips, while book open, her eyes devour
this moment with a delicious affect
speaks to my loins, I do want her now,
she glances my way,
the intensity of my need widens her eyes,
her book closes, a sip, a moment to ponder,
she steps out of my fantasy, to yet an exit nearby.
Deftly, my books close, book bag sorted,
my exit apparent,
I reach the car,
step inside with my state of mind,
anyone might ascertain,
yet remains completely my own,
for the moment.
‘Did that work’ she says, with a smile, buckling in.
I glance upon lithesome … eyes,
the pullover she knows is my favorite,
a complimentary scarf so elegant,
I gather a breath, ‘Oh my, I do so … ‘
sweet lips entangle my reaching gasp.
I’m surrounded by a memory with a visual tear,
volumes, bindings, words waiting upon hands
and eyes, I remember her eyes
would cause me swoon,
when suddenly in the minute I turn,
she would stand, alone, content,
her chosen travels inside the parchment
only to pause to smile.
I remember moments well, and yearn
to see a familiar shoulder, a wisp of hair,
oh, her eyes, I wish only for those once more.