My goal with this page constantly evolves – there was a time when all I wanted was to pique a woman's interest in the hope we connect through writing, dialogue … today, with all of the wonderful inspiration I've received, my need is to further my respect and intrigue in the sensual nature of 'woman' in all of her grace and elegance. I do hope you might enjoy!

Posts tagged “eternal

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


Why Tears Came Tonight


I was in a mellow place,

watching the sunset,

imagining a love I’ve always known,

trying to find a balance,

always thrown back and forth,

a pleasant sort of carnival ride.

I like to imagine love,

in a sort of natural setting.

That’s always the case,

she did, does, will always let me be

who I am.

despite some needy error driven

insecurity that I always bring to the show,

she does always

leave me feeling

this remarkable love.

 

Though I am the one,

to realize time is always out of my hands,

I’m in her grasp though,

some eternal mystique

is the soul touches my heart.


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.


Would I Wait Forever


A question it is not

when thoughts of her,

become a statement,

a glance of cheek to touch,

a smile,

a kiss forever drawn my gasp,

it is within the clever agony

of love’s respite,

I would certain

be lost forever

in the light her eyes do cast upon

my sheltered soul.

 

Just an evening

I would cast a shadow upon her knee,

with my roaming hand,

a touch, a soft circular reminder,

of only beauty in the persona

of her smile

drawing me near,

telling me again,

how once,

my skin against her own

did find simple fire,

an energy

that now today,

in my every day,

I find strength

in sweet memory.

 

Oh to know there

is a time,

an adventure

when together

would her heart

offer me shelter

in a storm of flurry,

the passionate embrace

does suggest a time

when lips might caress,

hearts touch,

souls intertwine,

and in her eyes,

would I find my sea.


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.


The Beauty I Correspond


I send these words,

a few at at time,

sometime with meaning,

others,

just to reach her,

to catch her eye,

cause her to perhaps

stop everything,

if only for the time it takes,

to open my world to her own.

 

I know I ask a lot,

however,

please know the confusion,

to me,

seems real,

seems real, right, responsible,

seems love is always a confusion,

and we live to mire ourselves

in the beauty of time,

in the quiet reality of life,

in its autumn,

a time when once a child,

I thought would never come, ]or if I did,

I believed inside it would be less different,

than similar,

the nature of our existence

suggest otherwise.

 

I do know she drives away

I’m hopeful,

I wish for her smile to be in my dream,

 


The Mystique


When we cannot know,

our lives in a scrutinized vacuum,

whereby the outside,

the dreamer’s landscape,

where our lives seem to wish

a wanton paradise.

 

Out of reach,

just that vision

keeps our compelled

idealism

streaming with fresh

virtue,

the essence

suggestive of love.

 

When without time,

we speculate,

wish,

a hopeful recall

reminds our soul

that true love

always,

realizes sweet mystique.