I can only imagine those moments,
While life around me continues to breathe.
I wonder about state of mind, happiness,
While everywhere I look seems so calm.
Inside my imagination is wishing for touch,
A tangible reminder of her quiet love
I glance out a window at a morning breeze,
The trees settle in motion, a thoughtful tease.
I wonder about her, and where might her eyes,
Find the same motion, her nature, similar leaves
When is the departure of love like the storm ahead,
Our eyes cannot see the future, we only dream
Of what once was, we want badly a return
In softer terms, we won’t let go ever a yearn.
When I think about her, I do want only sweet
Memory to last beyond the hurt so incomplete.
I did once share love,
we found a way to touch a world,
we might never have known,
without trusting each moment,
It was when she did let me love her,
and I could, I did, I walked a path
across her quiet elegance,
where gasps and soft breath,
led my fingertips along naked skin,
alive to touch, yearning to be kissed, held,
wanted without any reservation.
I do remember the notion of time,
we wondered, we speculated,
a joke of 45 minutes, seemed a measure of
desire and commitment and a passionate travel,
and we did,
we laughed in the hours that followed,
knowing we had explored each other
to such a degree as the physicality
of our reason
had not ever experienced before.
We found there in those hours a longing,
we were in each other eyes,
found love, felt forever, an eternal essence,
we found there was truly a spiritual reckoning,
reaching, searching, finding center,
in the privacy of our love,
Yes I do glance
I look, I imagine,
I create in my mind a world,
set apart from anyone nearby,
because it is mine,
and only then,
can my freedom be defined.
She is of a certain memory,
a night sky filled with sweet energy,
the stars are reminders,
seek the constellations,
I have been in this place
I know I have because she
does cradle my anxiety in a
spectacular wave of
cool mountain breeze.
We all have
one time or another,
imagined that lovely vision,
the trigger of our soul,
to suddenly ask a heartache,
to recall just that one time,
when all eyes were elsewhere,
except ours for only a thought
might allow our hearts
an open reckoning
of the beauty inside,
that place so often forgotten,
when desire creates
a need for elegance
to step aside.
A shiny afternoon,
I keep returning there,
always to find her near,
it was of course,
a dance I swear
Rounding the corner,
to sidestep a stream,
we did walk in hand
forever it might seem,
and then the break,
where would we return
A quiet waltz
is one will remain
when out of the cover,
in the daylight of spring,
could she float away.
For there is little else to suggest,
what is the fair nature of her season,
when an urgency to respond, let energy overcome
is all that seems necessary in a day.
Glance toward the beauty of woman,
she is that provocateur, a natural sense
of human nature on display,
yet, her inner peace ought be a certainty.
Indeed, the summer air does so trigger
an elegance in nature, in primal response,
yet so is the wonder of our soul
drawn to fulfill each moment we despair.
While walking alone today, a sunlit stage,
I do imagine her, in simple luxury,
the key to sweet solace her unspoken
elegance be my charge to rest my heart upon.
When given license to explore
regions a man may only imagine,
when allowance a fingertip
might cause an unraveling passion,
there is little need for explanation,
only the source is a lovely fluid
motion, gives the senses reason
to entice that aspect of humanity,
will explosions enhance our climax.
There is a vague reality in the distinction
between love and sex. Where one
decides a motive is a self-driven
journey, another wishes only pleasure
to manifest itself in the eyes of a lover.
It is that deep delight when cast upon
our actions, when a touch, a twirl,
a slow methodical insertion can wake
that nirvana is delightful in presence.
Would that we might repeat ourselves
again, yes, once more, please, again, a
twilight response to evening’s reason.
Would that her desire begin to move,
as he himself feels this energy untapped.
Again, again, again, rest, taste, touch, breathe
a gasp will be suggestive in her eyes, his
draw to bring alive a new utterance,
a kiss, lips, alive we wish, please … again.
When a fleeting notion does intercept my mind,
I am suddenly drawn, a recall, a dance,
lips would intertwine,
a searching passionate draw sublime.
For it is then my world will unravel,
only to be found in the shelter of her
that quiet remembrance – happy still.
Once a sweet search, it belongs
a memory in our hearts,
afire with delicious sensuality,
our lips, together, we design a scene.
I watch the world exist around me,
helps my focus, softens my pulse,
yet in a flash of a quiet visual,
she has my heart in sweet touch, caress.
If only for that moment, we could sustain
the world around our soul,
to know that we are always one in this silence,
to believe our certain love remain.
I will forever walk inside this my dream,
of an eternal fire gives solace to all we seem.