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Posts tagged “passion

Love’s Visit


 

For a time, a reflective state of mind,

was my only hope,

a refreshing recall,

always with smile, a certain

sweet celebration could overcome

my any situation

if in that moment she

did return to mind.

 

Oh to know the many moons,

the calming sunsets,

red sky alerts to help me know,

this day was in our catalogue,

we recorded everything,

so many years ago.

Now today, in my search,

the constant would carry

my life through several cycles,

the ongoing experience, the mastery of

the human condition.

Oh, such a boring reality I might often espouse.

 

Then there beyond knowledge, fantasy, speculation,

her persona did arrive,

step into my world and dance,

I thought to myself,

as she moved through the room,

causing everyone to stand still,

the energy was simply thrilling,

without any need to wonder why.

 

Skip directly to the hello,

for all of you know

well,

I did swoon her elegance.

 

The eyes, the careful smile, sweet wonder

did return and my world

seemed to embrace a new chapter.

 

Now while around me everyone plans,

the tasks are many,

the fortunes always a fantasy,

for my day,

for my years, for the very nature of why,

I do stand here,

in quiet repose,

I will tell you this time,

of course,

I do love,

and I always have

felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,

I do wish

upon Love’s visit.

 

August 20th, 2015

(8/20/2017)

 


What Time Will Tell


If you might stand behind me,

an observer,

a seer whom walks the path

to gather sage to please the wise.

The walls are lifted,

the passion exists,

if you might stand behind me,

there would be my reality.

Then might you know,

the love I feel

is in a constant fluid run

of energy, all drawn by

the beauty of you,

the beauty of her.

If you might stand behind me,

I would certainly turn myself

toward your elegance,

for I would stand before you.


Sensual Dream


When I close my eyes,

I feel

her,

that simple grace,

in a moment,

when all of my desire,

seems centered,

her,

the sweet nectar of passion,

soft, supple, sensual

a wanton blend of

yes, this is me,

and I am with you

now,

this moment,

captured in an eternal surreal memory.

To reach,

to find, explore,

in a caress, in a sweet travel,

while our horizon remains the same,

inside our own quiet remedy,

is a journey,

only responsive to each other.

 

Show me please …

your eyes.

 


A State of Want


In a glance,

a smooth gentle curve,

winding around a world,

where my want might remain,

it is in this quiet

delight,

the shape of you,

with eyes enhanced,

suggesting I might take you,

suggesting please do take me,

in that moment

delicious.

 

I am a wonder in fantasy,

only with a desire might I recall,

the contours of a settling valley,

a surreal stream,

a touch,

the rising waters will then give me pause,

for it is here in the nature of love,

I do wish to watch springs flow,

the gasps of evening, a sensory paradise,

it is a caress of her sweet remedy,

my dreams become reality.


When I Think About Love


I often while in wonder, imagine a perfect life,

It isn’t as much what you might want to believe,

more essence of a shared love;

my life,

lives a purpose bound around goals,

a sometime realization that this was, might be, is

right.

I’m thinking about love today,

as I watch the world slowly drift by,

waiting upon a vehicle,

a certain style of verse,

a reason to understand just why,

and yet,

I’m still trying to figure it all out,

what measure,

what eternal dial of time will define,

my own perception of love.

She does hold my heart,

she knows,

and yet, I feel compelled to explain,

it is not because I can,

more truly the reason,

is her undying love,

my response to feeling that want, desire, passion,

all rolled into this is who I am,

today,

for now in the moment,

this is where I want to be,

with you, her, with a spiritual energy,

it is real in my eyes,

no fantasy,

sweet enlightenment.

I do look to the sky,

I wonder why,

and yet,

the answer is not clearly found,

only instead, brought about by a selective

faith in my own mind,

what I feel is true,

when I think about love.


Touching Me


A soft … gift,

when I can feel her hand,

touch me,

a need,

a certain delight inside me,

perhaps a release, yet, more,

a natural telling,

a desire to know to understand,

to feel this passion,

a journey we have together,

a reach,

is all inside the sweet review of her grasp.

We did arrive

with a kiss, one that let’s me close my eyes,

and yet I leave them open,

so I might see, experience, fall in love,

with your mystery, your walk, the sweet essence,

of her desire being drawn toward me,

her touch,

when I might feel your hand,

touch me.


When In Just a Word She Tells Me


There can be this vacant silence,

I have felt it

so often, struggled to accept, to understand,

to anticipate,

and yet every moment it envelops my world,

becomes a torment,

the wheels of my mind roll on,

she continues her mystique, and yet, I am here alone,

wanting to blame someone else besides myself,

so I withdraw, become quiet, probably obstinate,

as the sadness rolls in to my being,

and the skies are blue, and the sunlight easily lost in shade,

while my eyes do continue the search.

 

A word,

is all I receive in kind,

suddenly my purpose does change,

to such a marvelous degree,

that when it appears my desire to be,

begins its own personal travel,

the fire lit,

the vacancy gone,

surely filled with the grace of her goodness.

 

She wants to call it intrigue,

and I want to label it elegance,

society would suggest refined wonder,

and I would call it beauty,

her world would suggest status quo,

and I would argue beyond wonder,

so delightful, simply sensual,

an essence of certain sweet embodiment,

that in a word,

sends me to that settling place,

where nothing can ever possibly matter,

beyond her word,

again.