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 “eyes

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.


Looking Through Glass


We haven’t a wall,

a transparent existence rules our lives,

I can see you,

my eyes indicate an occasional

anxiety,

it’s when I miss you,

just by a moment,

when little time allows any clarification.

 

Forever inside a dream,

perhaps there is a truth in knowing,

reality is often bypassed,

when our lives,

in center stage,

become wrapped around a need,

logic will seem less apparent,

until finally the eyes,

return with willing grace,

find our lives in a looking glass.

 

Search for me please,

I’m across town casting a light,

a lovely sunset,

within spectacular waves,

define our horizon.

We might discover the same.


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.


A State of Mind Play


I’m working on a plan,

you see,

with every day, I know my routine,

it is safe,

well tucked away,

to the onlooker, it seems probably typical,

the normalcy of an American society,

yet, step inside my game,

and find a completely different world,

one in constant adjustment,

always needing to figure out a new plan.

 

See, recently, we

became a different enigma,

untouchables,

in a manner of speaking,

or even just thinking I suppose,

on our own,

not together in the sense of

any longer wanting the same things.

Though we do,

always want what is best for the other,

often sacrificing our own needs for the happiness,

the, happiness,

that piece of ourselves

that brought us into each other’s arms

so many years ago today.

 

So it is a state of mind thing,

this learning how to live,

in a parallel universe,

seems difficult to touch upon

each other’s soul,

when just out of reach,

no longer sharing that desire

to reach

inside.


In My World, She Is Sweet Melody


I love her,

yes, did I mention the other day,

when espousing on love,

it is designed in the elements so defined

in her beauty.

 

Oh, she does,

yes, and she can forever cast eternal light,

she may cause a certainty in my heart,

to bleed with every pore of possibility,

to explode with such a torrent,

buries all indication of question,

when in her eyes,

alone,

I can see a world that I truly might exist inside.

 

Oh she does,

yes she does sing the blues,

she will be the delicious drawn out melody,

that might settle my heart,

or let it speed so rapidly,

my world will not be contained

within the soothing nature of her sweet soul.

 

Yes, she does,

yes, oh my fire alone,

she can, will, may always

touch my

soul,

in her quiet reality,

a demeanor of delight,

it is this uncertainty we strive to omit,

in order to with little regret,

none indeed,

with a sensual twist of her lips,

 

I do

see her, she is smiling,

I can tell

you …

I love (her).


A Quiet Walk


I took a walk today,

we did,

a quiet stroll along the river,

we did,

lush leaves in a deep valley,

we spoke,

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

quiet reality.

I wonder if now might be anything like the same …

 

We do take walks together,

hands held,

we stroll into a sunlit summer

afternoon,

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,

without her,

It is always that way we both agree,

until when,

there is a time when our walk will be

the same.


Cafe Dreamers


There’s a rain steady,

keeping indoors the traveler

whom might be seeking the wood,

may stroll along the coast,

skipping rocks, switching thoughts,

contemplating the beauty around them,

instead,

the coffee shop,

holds promise to the conversations

around that though similar, seem different,

contain stories all the same,

yet unique,

their worlds are always different,

in the context of their moments,

until we can catch each other’s eyes.

 

We wonder about the people next door,

a table nearby our own private world,

did they speak of it,

were they aware,

was there a time in their lives when everything,

seemed similar, possible, simple,

perhaps it is true,

they say it often enough to never forget,

we’re all the same,

we haven’t any lead on the element of change

the human condition might experience the same,

euphoric wonder built upon manifest tragedy.

 

I was sitting along with my company,

my world against hers,

together we were watching our own world,

responding to the elements in a unique fashion,

yet still, very still, almost

in a sort of decopaged setting,

still life,

to be measured in someone else’s eyes,

for they are the judge of this life,

not us,

we are simply the portrait.

 

A stillness in the air,

while we wait the rains,

they might part to give allowance

to nature’s Grace in the wooded freedom

of a dense forest,

away from all wander of deception.

 

While I stood inside the sidewalk cafe,

I watched the people around me,

create lives of envy,

to balance those of misfortune,

whose measure relied upon me,

or my own eyes, or their’s or someone

nearby,

with similar passion.

 

Yet in all of our sightings,

there seems only one reality.