Its actually the way she does,
when he falters,
she manages to find the right words,
he is the constant skeptic,
always believing that this might be the case,
and then the sun rises again,
she is radiant in her peace,
he humbled by the virtue she displays,
she has to wonder if that is enough,
or will he walk toward her enchantment again,
with little regard for anything else around him,
only a certain energy,
he does desire her words, eyes, voice,
if everything might be so simple,
then his constant musings,
could be quelled
long enough for his muse to be able to freely,
I cannot share what I feel,
only know I can find comfort
time allows our lives to find balance.
In the scheme of things,
no one would understand,
when the words are put aside, we smile.
Oh, to feel your touch, your skin,
your sweet twirl on the back of my neck,
to reach and touch your cheek,
to know you feel me now is my peace.
It is this – we – our travels,
so special in a distant harmony
defined only in our hearts,
a comfort that we might share.
I took a walk today,
a quiet stroll along the river,
lush leaves in a deep valley,
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
I wonder if now might be anything like the same …
We do take walks together,
we stroll into a sunlit summer
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,
It is always that way we both agree,
there is a time when our walk will be
We sat in the quiet of an afternoon,
hands held, felt, smoothed, traced,
we struggled with our eyes today,
a desire to find, unwind, to define.
Let’s return to touch for a minute,
we know each other’s response,
a quiet sort of sweet, solemn love
always with us wherever the need.
A suggestion made at one point,
A reach, a desire to comfort her,
easily noticed and always allowed,
for there is love in the moment.
I know that now the term I sing,
‘if you love someone, set them free’
cannot be asked about or known,
the idea simply will become the mean.
Her robes did convert her elegance
into a certain delight,
the long, sinewy nature of legs,
drawn inside the fabric,
a hand could reach and tease skin,
the notion needed to dive inside,
yet for now she was spectacular,
the ribboned designs,
rainbows and blended lines
caressed her body in a way
that eyes would follow forever,
wanting everything inside,
a thoughtful exploration
would carry me further,
only if when I glanced in her eyes …
he would spend his time explaining,
she might smile,
he might wish her eyes were dreaming,
she would let him know.
he could wish her happiness,
she would tell him,
he would breathe a deep sigh,
she would love him.
A sweet morning sunlight,
skies spectacular in romantic drifts,
hands that touch with a certain need.
By the rail of the public dock,
he pulled her close,
she let lips caress his,
their hands began a celebration.
This was his need,
she did offer love,
he would believe
she could feel loved.
Their passion furthered
in the long grass,
a shadowed sunlight
under a naked tree.
Here was their kiss,
a long and enduring time,
she did suggest tone,
he followed a direction known.
Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,
inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.
It is difficult to say
When love begins to engage
Beyond the normalcy
Of a quaint, sometime
Triggers the senses
To entice the moment
In all its simplicity
Will without warning
If by choice in the chaos
Of recognizing the human condition
We decide for ourselves
It is the right time,
That today beyond any other
Would mean sacrifice for love.
I do recall
That first morning
The summer had begun,
In the wonder of authenticity
Only when doors opened
And she walked into the room.
It was there I made a choice,
I would fall in love with you today.