I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

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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


We Do Live These Ironies


When in a sea of time,

we can feel each other,

we know, our heart is reaching,

yet,

we are still,

slow respond, for there is a forever,

we would rather wait,

it is some eternal demand,

our time,

will be in that infinite sea,

even waves of serendipity,

play the master,

we might both be found to be

the drawn,

figures in a wonderful backdrop,

one might allow

everyone

one day might

see.


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.


Then When A Kiss


A breeze is my reminder,

the moment we held one another,

soft moonlight,

all the foreboding romantic

notions aligned

while the world around us,

continued,

we stopped in a moment,

lips pressed,

a silent yet lovely

reminder,

and the winds shifted,

not that frigid arctic,

cause icy pain sort of way,

just a reminder,

time

we were now

alone again

left to wonder

how far,

‘what is this’

a question,

an answer

in a kiss.


Inside A Dream, Her Wonder


Oh to be the nature of her mysterious energy,

inside the realm of desire, a passion,

far beyond simple terms,

yet complicated in a world less defined.

We walk outside of our memory to forget

that which is real,

she is real,

I step back inside to wrap my love around her being,

I can stay there forever,

and yet, she will live her life,

knowing there is love.

 

Little does the reality of our world matter,

beyond a few special moments,

those opportunities to mentor child,

to say the Grace of beautiful eyes thrive in a mother’s touch,

to watch a man in ecstatic form as his children

embark on a world with confidence,

Then night time comes, he with his chair,

she with her soft recline,

a place he found love and shared desire,

he remembers well,

she smiles,

together they do know a lifetime,

a parallel universe …

 

This is love, he says to himself, wiping away tears,

this a part of his life – she blessed him with truth.