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 “him

Watching Love Unravel


He became insecure,

she wondered in her quiet manner,

he could weep,

while she might smile,

though to the onlooker,

hers was a genuine world,

his a facade

he’d hoped someday

never to be exposed.

 

She stood in the foreground,

a svelte elegance emanates

a being,

well coiffed in the universal

language of self appraisal,

and he would tip toe

through her world,

comforted by a compassion

he had known

neither in his immediacy

or the world he once relied upon.

 

She is the word he might suggest,

she pales to the compliment,

yet he insists,

she is the wonder of his

state of mind,

like a clock

she ticks his fancy

with every moment

his breath is allowed.

 

She is a mystique

long ago begun the mystery

of her wanderings,

he the lucky recipient

of unbridled passion,

he knew not when to

recognize the gift

rather

the essence of her love.


Lost Days


So many days,

countless hours,

I would wait for her,

wishing, sort of hoping,

wondering if she knew

how much I would

want for the need of

wondering how she

felt that day, today,

every day in her world,

I wanted to know,

to imagine,

to see her elegance,

in its grace,

capture the eyes,

the hearts, minds,

the children’s laughter,

every hour

I wanted her to know

she does touch lives,

in a manner,

much like she did touch

my own,

my heart,

my tears,

my yearning for another

moment in her arms,

a touch,

a soft and predictable kiss,

toward a new journey.

Every day

I wanted her to know.

 

Tonight, I’m only asking,

as much as I know

the answer,

I’m wanting to know.


Anxiety’s Mastery


Its impact,

we want to understand,

yet we’re told,

this isn’t your confusion,

not fair,

nobody asked you,

there is a long pause,

and we discover we do want to be there.

 

She didn’t smile,

wouldn’t let me touch her,

I laid on my back,

the clouds drifted in between

each other,

like they were mocking

my own quiet confusion.

 

I looked up to find her

arms pulled around legs,

head down,

she wouldn’t cry,

she said it didn’t matter,

I could feel the mix of freedom

and quiet resignation,

all part of a storm.

 

I reached out to hold her,

this time she said no,

but, I thought,

she didn’t walk away.

 

The drive was meant to feel like forever,

a calm swift ride,

lush forests and city folk,

the normalcy of our shadows,

we were quiet alone,

in each other’s arms,

in memory.

 

She asked me then

‘what’s wrong?’

all I could do was cry,

my anxiety,

I was falling off the edge,

when she reached out to touch me,

I felt a calm.

 

Where do we go to find the calm.


What Cannot Be Designed


An answer, when the silence looms,

we cannot determine an outcome,

though we might easily …

It is surely a known tension to become

our central focus,

when we are unable to find

any solution to the question in our mind.

 

I can only wish, she might hear me,

know I can listen to her need,

know it is beyond my reach,

and that is really alright with me.

I understand,

‘I just can’t’

or perhaps it is as easy as,

‘need this time’

rather than be responsible for the anxiety

might be reached,

when decidedly the silence seems necessary.

 

Last night, I held your hand,

and in that quiet moment, just the peace,

of touch,

of a silent love that shared we frustrate

our reality to such levels,

there is a depth of pain no anxiety might ever release.

 

So I do return to that touch,

the glance,

eyes that suggest compassion,

a smile and holding your need next to my own,

and it is there I remain,

always here.


Oh to Prescribe Time


Dali - The Persistence of Memory

Oh to know this is the right,

time,

this moment,

it is in this amount of gathered energy,

to forecast the right morning,

the perfect afternoon,

a blissful evening,

 

and then to add … more time

 

When we plan our lives around

a certain favor, a pleasing introduction,

a realized shared opportunity to

love

when we might understand,

this was meant to happen just this way,

no one might answer any of the reasoning why,

we just did,

we could,

we knew without wondering we would.

 

and then to add … more time

 

Now chapters along in the journey,

we might begin to recognize stirrings,

perhaps our lives are in different,

parallels, or regions we sometimes cannot predict,

yet in our mind,

we visualize time,

we know we are always there,

always here,

if we can only find the right

time,

the moment suggests,

we have designed our lives.

 

and then to add … more time

 

if we continue to try,

we might find we have lost

a thread,

only that quiet unravel,

takes such little time …

 

print – Salvador Dali – The Persistence of Memory


The Impact in Interaction


It may seem a likely response,

two people,

when there seems a purpose,

that mutual attraction

we all breathe to yearn, and yet some,

might push the envelope.

 

Such energy is not the case,

when in her eyes, I see a dimension,

this parallel universe,

so easily imagined,

yet powerful in a quiet impact,

that allows years to suddenly

fly beyond our initial interaction.

 

I speak of no impulse, only ready kindness

such impressive grace,

that to imagine otherwise,

would seem only fantasy,

yet in her,

there is a reality in her soft

caress, the nature of love.

 

I wish sometimes I might

answer the questions,

the curiosity drives my mind,

I wish that before an eventual

fall inside the rocks of derision,

we might float above,

let our energy escape

the travesty of confusion.

 

We might easily define ourselves,

in a simple manner,

to acknowledge

the human condition,

is to dissuade any notion

of natural consequence.

 

There is a certain lightness in the air,

when I do accept the circumstance of her.


When Truth Forbids Chance


Oh I have tried,

I do love you with all my being,

and would sacrifice a world,

one filled with reputation and avarice,

for the soul that might challenge

a societal norm.

 

How often would I tell her

she completes the essence of my reason

to examine any notion in my mind.

 

How easily could I look in her eyes

and tell exactly what it was that mattered

to me in the moment.

 

It is always you,

all ways lead to your heart,

and it is me that breaks the path,

by locking onto selfish needs,

rather than the appreciation of just how

magical my life has become with you by my side.

 

Oh to vent a passion like ours,

would write volumes of beauty and grace,

carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts

that symbolize summers and hot spring days,

and impulsive scenarios where two people,

just allowed life to take them in its arms,

and kneel before the starlit sky,

a kiss, a smile, a gasp,

and it was then,

I knew I could know no other love.