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 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
For we did walk with a fresh step,
a gentle rain may fall nearby,
yet our hearts would shield away the pain,
for in the night sky,
the eyes did allow the galaxy to breathe,
and we were a couple of observations,
in the distant reality below,
this place where ideals arise
from simple shadows in delightful airs.
We could hold each other here,
a seemingly private distant reality,
a reflection of the night sky,
would caution an onlooker, to know,
to feel, to understand, there might be
and we did enjoy such a mellow air,
the spring like evening,
weeks before the dew,
no albatross of summer’s sting,
only you and me,
the sky and dream.
There is this gentle touch,
a promise of a sweet caress,
the moonlit illumination
quite apparent and so very rich
in passion, in giving, in a spiritual
mix of ritual and love,
together we did discover
there can be beauty in the
most profound manner of an
I remember when the moment arose,
your fingertips removed any hindrance,
my desire, my lips, my reach,
to find a pleasure zone,
would be tonight a soft shoulder,
fabric aside and sensuality is naked,
a journey upon the skin that let’s love
remain standing in sweet harmony,
to a gasp, now a moan, now a thrust …
hands around, tangled in hair,
pulling me toward you, while I do
wish to further bury my soul inside
your sweet labyrinth.
Oh I do shudder at the notion of a moment,
when the night sky did give allowance,
a soft glance, sweet grasp, gasp my desire
in throes of our time, together, this time,
this now when all else seems swept aside,
and a travel, a journey, we mount our adventure
into the depths of desire, that is sweet,
quiet is our release.
We have these imaginations,
they are a fuel to our sometime need to be real,
to compel ourselves by a photograph
to maybe believe, such a setting to be true.
We do look the part, the perfect world,
a smile, a posture, held hands, eyes that cannot
tell a lie,
at least in this single moment.
There are the occasions that call for such a facade,
an instant moment when the story belonged
far elsewhere than did the
immediacy of a setting.
Perfect worlds, imperfect settings,
though the human condition
survives all moments beyond a mindful
reaction to our own certain circumstance.
My perfect world today, is far away from celluloid,
it is in the immediacy of her eyes, the ones I dream about
in a setting I choose to believe,
is in an eternal moment, her moment … hers is love.
Oh, this moment when simple words do cause my stir,
to imagine the passions my fantasy could experience her.
Oh, to cherish each thoughtful notion of love in a tear,
to know there is truth in the serendipity we share.
Oh, to look to a beautiful sky and recognize this love
is beyond our control and simply driven from above.
Oh, to feel your presence in touch, a skin in radiant air,
I would imagine your every step and grace is everywhere.
Oh, to have you in my arms, to feel your lips press mine,
It is the truth I respond with desire, a nectar’s sweet wine.
Oh, I do, yes, in every aspect of my world think of you,
when on a streamlined sunlit morn, my eyes seek this blue.
For it is the concept of wonder that keeps our hears alive in chance
To seek, to contemplate to find once more my eyes in yours in trance.
It is when a kiss,
ever soft, a familiar touch,
a loosened garment, exposure,
where my lips rest,
teeth gently arouse,
to a gasp, to a soft hand pulling me,
now she is alive with passion,
a desire, that will move me to her lips,
while my fingertips trace the wet
reality of a naked shoulder,
that place I will return to again and again,
while hands roam,
legs intertwine, a naked thigh feels a certain desire,
a slide, a soft sinewy grasp …
her eyes smile as my lips envelop one, gentle bite,
a second, a moan now suggests my hands are free to go,
to seek, to find, to slow …
wander inside her world, lips part,
she is in search of my madness, awaiting her direction,
we do wind our souls upon one another,
a fever pitch, while she guides me,
I will watch her eyes while the moment stills,
a kiss, a passionate yearn,
my mouth wet with desire,
I stood in line waiting for an answer,
same place, different time, always laughter.
I would wait forever I heard her say,
He looked at her indeed, in a similar way.
What about the now, do you remember this
part of our lives that society suggests a hiss.
I want to hold you near me through the night
so that she could feel his love is truly right.
When does tomorrow ever arrive she asked,
his response holding the reality so unmasked.
If I reach out and touch you now, a shoulder
might help remind our hearts simplify older.
Fasten your grip upon my soul he suggested,
while curiosity remained, she was invested.
Would I if could hold this moment now forever,
once again, the touch, shoulder peeks sweater.
Oh inside this dream I have felt your love true
Oh, the yearn to reach inside, touch, Grace in you.