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.

Posts tagged “elegance

The Essence of Woman


In life lives a fantasy,

a gentle reminder of a soft journey,

one rampant with a passion,

driven by the essence,

the true nature of knowing,

her every curvaceous tone,

whether it be intellect

or the naked reality …

 

In imagining woman,

might the man remember

true beauty,

an eternal mystique

shall be her endearment,

the freedom she carries to be

just lovely in every aspect

of her being.

 

Woe that we do forget

in the throes of a neediness,

a loss of contentment

with recognizing peace,

instead tossing aside the value,

that originating seduction,

for a callous recall,

one that may cause confusion,

detract from any innocence,

to inherit an ugliness toward

proper beauty.

 

It is in that pause,

the reflection of man,

we can realize

there is truth inside the goddess

of our humanity,

that spiritual reckoning

suggests a karmic wave

of true innocence,

the essence of woman

be shared only in the eyes

of sacred love.


In Silence We Love


Only the light of my words,

illuminate my setting,

a world apart,

yet, here we stand, we imagine,

we walk inside one another’s dream.

 

In my silence,

i do think of her sweet

innocence,

that surety of sanity,

the piece of a fabric inside her lovely

demeanor,

the world she holds together

with a smile.

 

The ticking of a clock,

nearby,

always a reminder,

the day, the moments,

the opportunity to become

a still life,

always measured

in fragments of a time we must

recall and respond to in quiet balance.

 

Mine is love,

far beyond the early moments

of wonder,

of a dream,

a fantasy of whirlwind desires,

manifest itself to our reality,

to always be here,

inside one another’s psyche,

our souls together,

wound around the truth,

a sweet reckoning.

 

In this my silent moment,

I am content to know

her passion,

her real,

her beauty is always near me,

holding me, protecting me,

loving …

she is love.


Love’s Visit


 

For a time, a reflective state of mind,

was my only hope,

a refreshing recall,

always with smile, a certain

sweet celebration could overcome

my any situation

if in that moment she

did return to mind.

 

Oh to know the many moons,

the calming sunsets,

red sky alerts to help me know,

this day was in our catalogue,

we recorded everything,

so many years ago.

Now today, in my search,

the constant would carry

my life through several cycles,

the ongoing experience, the mastery of

the human condition.

Oh, such a boring reality I might often espouse.

 

Then there beyond knowledge, fantasy, speculation,

her persona did arrive,

step into my world and dance,

I thought to myself,

as she moved through the room,

causing everyone to stand still,

the energy was simply thrilling,

without any need to wonder why.

 

Skip directly to the hello,

for all of you know

well,

I did swoon her elegance.

 

The eyes, the careful smile, sweet wonder

did return and my world

seemed to embrace a new chapter.

 

Now while around me everyone plans,

the tasks are many,

the fortunes always a fantasy,

for my day,

for my years, for the very nature of why,

I do stand here,

in quiet repose,

I will tell you this time,

of course,

I do love,

and I always have

felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,

I do wish

upon Love’s visit.

 

August 20th, 2015

(8/20/2017)

 


Empty Spaces


A sudden urgency to speak,

yet, words disappear,

seem to,

does anyone notice,

or is it just another passing, wait,

listen,

the silence speaks.

 

I can notice the world,

while near me,

her presence

inviting, intriguing, invigorating

in sweet manner of soft elegance.

I wonder if a person

might know the beauty they might contain.

 

In empty spaces,

I would preference her time,

her quiet demeanor,

acceptance,

a lovely energy,

speaks quietly to

love.


writing words & Her


Oh I do on occasion confuse,

the true meaning of love,

it is when in an intellectual storm,

I sometimes forget,

or perhaps I choose,

while deep inside my mind,

I know the answer manifests itself as a want.

 

I want to seduce her,

I want to have her gasp at my touch,

I want to teach her how to let go and journey beyond

I want her to love me,

in the same manner I wish to always love her.

 

Then later, after the travel, the explosive gathering of storm,

when feeling the shelter of her center,

the beauty is grace in the arms of her sweet passion,

then later,

when I do recall the words,

I know she might wonder about

seduction.

 

Is it a ploy, or a necessary piece of the whole,

where does elegance come into play,

when the ultimate goal is to bring distinct pleasure

into her life,

into her being,

into the reason she might wish to breathe, to feel, to respond.

 

When do the words seem enough.


On The Topic of Parks


I once knew a woman,

or perhaps she …

I sang a familiar lyric,

while she may walk with me,

in the sunlight,

under the summer leaves,

of our favorite park,

perhaps a trail filled with memory.

 

I remember feeling a security,

in having her hands touch me,

walk along my shoulders,

trace my chest, soft, precise,

she could light up a path,

that miles ahead,

would carry the same energy,

that with her in hand,

let me thrive,

allowed my body to come

to live in this lovely dimension.

 

I always felt at peace,

a certain delight,

a remarkable blessing

to have her,

to have you by my side,

having a walk

in the park.

 

In my eyes,

you were special.


The Surety of My Hypocrisy


Yes I do glance

I look, I imagine,

I create in my mind a world,

set apart from anyone nearby,

because it is mine,

and only then,

can my freedom be defined.

 

She is of a certain memory,

a night sky filled with sweet energy,

the stars are reminders,

seek the constellations,

I have been in this place

once before,

I know I have because she

does cradle my anxiety in a

spectacular wave of

cool mountain breeze.

 

We all have

one time or another,

imagined that lovely vision,

the trigger of our soul,

to suddenly ask a heartache,

to recall just that one time,

that moment,

when all eyes were elsewhere,

except ours for only a thought

might allow our hearts

an open reckoning

of the beauty inside,

that place so often forgotten,

when desire creates

a need for elegance

to step aside.