Absolute stillness, a quiet,
has its own foreboding feel,
footsteps of an animal,
ever soft, nearby,
eyes will look, though concern,
only for affection.
Back to silence,
ticking in the distance,
an eternal reminder
how quickly august has arrived.
A person might smell the fear,
a wonder of purpose.
If there were a music,
to bring me somewhere,
I would choose its tantric
to hide this anxiety,
though it is the will of the mind,
a trapping of this questionable
Is it all artificial,
this world we live in,
a thorough timeliness,
to a clear definition.
I wonder out loud,
a heavy gasp,
air traffic overhead,
I realize now just why,
sitting in the comfort of my home,
the restlessness does continue,
without offering a solution,
only further reason to …
It is in the early morning, when waking,
I open my eyes, and see the invisible nature
of her memory, all I have
to hold onto,
is a quiet vision of when we could,
and now it fades,
I feel it in every waking moment,
without chance, I can experience loss,
time, people, change,
the world around me remains the same.
I want to hold back tears,
pretend it isn’t happening,
this deep inside, festering truth,
I don’t want the challenge,
no longer wish to imagine I could be wrong,
I only want what my body feels,
the ache, the longing, the yearn,
that forever was simple,
and yet now in the moment,
smooth jazz only makes me want to cry.
I used to think about the amazing touch,
her sweet harmony with my utterances,
lips breeze and tease,
search in tongue twirl like a melody,
we would play this tune,
we would play this tune,
we would, God help me, play this tune …
did keep my passion alive.
I wonder the fragrance of her hair,
when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,
Let me breathe in your sense
before you leave me forever.
For it is that permanence
occurs every time I say good bye
Today I have been watching time
wishing only some sign,
an indication that tells me I am not crazy,
that this is real,
the ache I feel is the response to losing her.
I wanted summer to be alive with love,
a shower of affection like a late summer rain,
the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,
kissing each other in the constance
of a watery memory,
the times we would together,
flatter each other
with a certain elusive desire.
Yet it is today I stand
I wonder how much longer she can
let my need to share sensual dreams
her being by my side,
the scent of her,
stays in my mind,
settles my mind,
when I can know the feeling remains.
suggest an opportunity
the anxiety blows me,
that literal need is always knocking
when I’m alone,
when time stands still and hours fly by,
I wonder if anyone knew
would they …
is it me.
Am I the solution to my need,
seems to be a sort of shallow satisfaction,
yet when is it that
finds an eventual happy medium.
There’s a reason I haven’t sought out
I suppose it’s some moral conviction,
a desire to maintain my integrity
in the midst of a pool of wanton sensuality.
Find her at home,
is my friend’s lament,
I already know this,
I just wonder if she ever will.
breathe a slow steady sleek
vision suggests wherever might touch
the eyes might be a primary vehicle.
Sleep with me is the gaze
seeing her as a journey tonight,
in the dreams I will create in my want of her.
Remove her clothes
she will in the quiet of a fantasy,
fingertips begin to circle a world beyond my
I would if might chance allow
sweet serenity to want a response,
to want a need to be replaced
with absolute arousal.
When I do imagine her
in the light of a romantic fire
would my mind think anything else
beyond a treasure,
well past assuming anything at all
yet only a constant reminder of beauty.
Beauty that is her,
flesh alive, in black and white my mind,
needs little color to know
the flush exterior holds a fire inside.
She is beauty
we must know that before we can ever
demand her freedom.
She is a gift, and I am pleasure,
the release of her own burdens
become my rite of passage.
For it is she I wish to love.
*photo found on Pinterest
If we could just do that,
I mean have the opportunity to decide,
If we might simply flip a switch,
Especially the one we wanted to find.
I wonder sometimes if everyone does the same thing,
Beyond the usual needs.
I wonder if we all seem to want a discovery,
A silent victory,
A chance to suggest we understand.
Do you understand?
I mean really in your well-coifed personality,
That magic you seem to employ,
Is it real and defined, or do you too every day,
Wake up wondering,
How did I get away with that again.
What is it that I have figured out
That some people cannot, will not.
Well, they just simply haven’t the ability,
To understand why,
Just yet, now, here in the moment.
Give me a little ‘now’ time,
Rather than a long case-study.
Please me tonight, as I would like to remember