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. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

Posts tagged “eternal

Take My Heart, Please


 

drawn-broken-heart-abstract-art-2

a broken heart – pinterest

 

For it is in your hands,

the soft sweet sensual

nature of her demeanor,

a smile that fades in mind.

 

For it is when we do know love,

the ache inside our body

is enough to want to

stop the motion of life itself.

 

For it is in this my tears,

I try with all the strength

in my soul,

to understand the freedom.

 

For it will be forever,

my heart in its organicity

always remembers,

always bleeds a tear.

 

For it is the silent melody

of a broken heart,

with no mend,

only a haunting silence.


Beauty In Repose


I settled inside a fantasy,

for many years,

I would know strictly beauty

in all of her capacities,

only because she would

let me in.

 

She let me in,

and I accepted,

though it was me that wanted

to be inside her world,

know then the surreal,

the soul, such passion,

as my life had never known.

 

We walked together,

trails of discovery,

every glance, we stepped seemed to merit another,

we’d laugh and we would realize,

might we do this forever,

easy enough

to know just sharing her energy

my only wish, my only need,

my only sense of being real in my world.

 

I wonder tonight,

will tomorrow,

days later,

I wonder if ever there might be

some challenge to know,

some break in the storm,

that might allow sweet remedy

to the pain I feel each nigh.

 

I wonder if she might ever know,

may ever give solace

to the beauty she may bring

to a man’s life.

 

I wander the streets in certain repose,

wanting only hers to have the peace

she deserve,

yet me, my selfish quandary,

has no value in an eternal memory.

 

I do know elegance, mystique, hers is a design,

a jewel, an unknown sojourn toward forever.


quiet romance


oh to stroll in eyes

there wonder their property

no certain disguise


I Thought About It


When I asked,

I could only anticipate what

she might give me,

for it is always the choice

becomes the mystery

in sweet love,

in harmony,

in that soul-searching

oneness

might a fairy tale

suggest

is what our lives

may become.

 

There is a certain pattern

to the human condition,

wait and wonder,

watch our lives move past dreams,

then wander

to wish upon some magic,

a harmony,

some might imagine

our lives are all

destined to be found

along a certain pathway,

and yet,

we waited,

found ourselves

already traveling

alone, forever.

 

It is that eternity,

I asked there might be some thought,

it is inside a dream

a wonderful reckoning

to caress her own soft

reality,

the open response

to our integrity.

For it was I might wish

that she could visit

find the same sensuality

brings me home

to hold her wonder

within the space in time,

that is our wander.

 

I looked upon her dreams,

I thought about it,

and I did conclude,

there is no certain finish,

no need,

to imagine,

an end to love …

eternal harmony.


Moonlit Recall


willful his recall

a spirit of reckoning

his delightful fall


While You Were Sleeping


I took pause,

leaned into your figure,

wrapped my fingers around loose strands of your hair,

let them fall on my chest,

your legs intertwined with my own,

covered in a single sheet,

white,

draping our lives,

I took my hand and felt for the small of your back,

just above your buttocks,

I ran my fingertip up your spine,

until finding a place to lay my palm,

pressing my hand gently, and then with both hands

I now spread my fingertips,

so I could envelop your shoulders,

soft, naked, resting flesh,

safe in my hands,

I watched you,

sleep in peace,

I took pause.

 

I return here often

when I cannot have you

laying next to me,

only a memory,

the sweet breath of your gasp,

the easy rolling melody of your settling

into my own world,

it was you and me,

it was you,

and this was a me,

I had not known existed anymore,

yet now,

while I watched your body move in the linen,

when my fingertips aroused your recall,

it was there I knew,

this was a certain elegance,

that we had known,

we knew,

we found,

we began and we did rest,

and I would pause,

while a tear

would suddenly appear in the corner of my eye,

I was awake

to watch your beauty

your sleep,

a peace …

 

I could touch,

you.


Sweet Afterward


Within the construct

Cannot we so self destruct

Patience she instruct