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 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,
Which part of our selves
do we rely upon to tell a story.
When is the mood right,
gives us the license to recognize just how far
the deeper end of things,
that place we’d rather never be,
is awaiting us.
When we get there,
is it the frozen imbalance,
the piece that allows us only to imagine,
stationery in our self driven despair.
I remember one time looking out my picture window
the rains were evident,
and they were all hiding behind themselves,
I didn’t go outside that day.
I wish I could know because even despite
the time I sit alone,
I realize this is right,
where I need to be right now,
while she is
in her own peace,
quiet in the mind,
yet radiant in her smile.
Wherever we might be,
there seems a reason.
There is a valley,
we all have a vantage point,
it carries a visual acumen,
filled with a variable progress.
I often wonder of accurate planning
the desire is action together
Yet we know acrimony might ensue
certainly we obscure our agency to love.
Would we in time languish desire,
that eternal love allows change
when what we long remains
always beyond lament’s labor.
If when we understand the truth
our lives would use simple time,
our world might utilize a passion
discreet yet real, a union met.
Can we begin to earn our truths
without the fear of every venue
combing the grounds to even the fare,
the beauty in love’s eternal eye.
Value allow love unusual ease.
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.
Outside a romantic air,
we might intertwine fingers
to please one another,
the skin that alive arouses a moment,
when least anticipated,
I see to be enticed.
Sunset allows a measure of time,
the changing hour,
when our passions become a yearn,
a need, a want, a smile, a taste,
a hand dives alongside thighs alive.
We walk, talk, imagine next,
find allowance for a separation,
knowing soon our bodies
will share an evening sky