a soft willow to land my lips upon,
a quiet journey toward breathless resolve.
is a sojourn toward her heart,
waiting, sweet reckoning,
Remember when we do find each other’s eyes,
a smile begins,
we don’t wish for the grand prize,
for we each win.
Remember it is happiness,
when wondering why,
the essence of this certain bliss,
is often left with a cry.
Remember that I love you,
with ever fiber
in my being I search above,
to know the answer.
Remember that first kiss,
we nervous as children,
wanted nowhere to miss
the idea of this our sojourn.
Each time I hold you in my arms,
the kiss will always, remember.
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.
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.
If when in the distant horizon, a place familiar,
would while sandstorms erase the past,
she stands in the sunlit mecca, a spiritual muse.
His grateful demeanor, vivid eyes could see
a certain elegance that one time is lost,
today is in his heart real beyond his dreams.
Could I please offer you my kindest wishes
he did plead to the silent night sky,
I do wish to hold you in my arms and cry.
Because in love we move beyond the norm,
there is a delightful caress in my mind,
tells me she is nearby, waiting in her quiet.
I do love you he would say, as she might begin
a slow methodical step toward truth eternal.
It’s when in a moment, my world suddenly shifts,
when a word, a possibility, a delight suddenly leaves
we’re left to fend for ourselves, the dignity drifts,
we try to imagine a holistic realization receives
precedent, a strength beyond my world,
where watching her dance my head twirled.
I miss the sudden grip of my body and her kiss,
the moment when all else is put aside, nothing amiss,
I wonder about her, and where she might be tonight,
I picture situations, scenarios I’d rather not see,
and yet, whom am I to imagine anything more than me,
how selfish to believe my precedent overrules her needs.
I’d love to have you with me now, I’d hold you,
my kiss would last forever, I’d want you to find my eyes.
Cry inside my arms,
while I will hold your fears,
this mystique will always return
wrapped within desire,
might we recognize a symbiotic Nature,
move with me to balance
an occasional privacy
where two hearts can be free.
Outside the reach of autumn
might suggest an infamy in pleasure
drawn by the turbulent winds,
the breeze began until the rains,
when shelter became
we would walk hand in hand
to face the fire.
is painful in reckoning,
though sweet to attach memory
an unbridled courtship
that now looms in a distance
yet always will the beauty of time,
wait out the demons of night sky wrath,
and I will love, drawn only, forever.