Its actually the way she does,
when he falters,
she manages to find the right words,
he is the constant skeptic,
always believing that this might be the case,
and then the sun rises again,
she is radiant in her peace,
he humbled by the virtue she displays,
she has to wonder if that is enough,
or will he walk toward her enchantment again,
with little regard for anything else around him,
only a certain energy,
he does desire her words, eyes, voice,
if everything might be so simple,
then his constant musings,
could be quelled
long enough for his muse to be able to freely,
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.
my mother would reference this place,
a sort of mental ravine,
her heart might nearly stop,
eyes would glaze?
blood flow in her feigns might suddenly,
spill into one pool of spun lethargy.
This was not a place
she liked to be,
she’d often howl at the nature
of love and all it’s failings.
yet, she never discovered a solution?
only knew when inside?
not a lesser degree of pain
could ever exist.
where my mother was always never to pull the plug,
I might decide otherwise,
though my freedom would be sought?
there leaves a ring of memory,
clinging to everyone’s personal psyche.
I honestly don’t know where my head is,
drifting along some riverbank,
a reminder of the man across the way,
that sort of damp soil,
yet we were together, alone
in a sort of, romantic way.
Self-conscious in our attraction to each other,
given the nature of the fisherman nearby,
we were never sure if his attention
was upon his animal, the golden running about,
or if he consciously wondered about
the two of us,
or maybe we did, we always do,
like any quiet stroll along the riverbank.
I remember I could rest my chin on your shoulder,
feel you pull yourself back to press lips on my cheek,
your hair cascades around me,
I can sense you,
I recognize the sweet air of your being,
like a quiet hug in the middle of the day,
in a neighborhood, we may.
I do wish to suggest, this is the state of my way,
when alone in my quiet mind, I am thinking …
wishing, wanting, always wondering, when time
will allow my rest upon
sweet naked shoulders.
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.
For in that sweet moment, while the eyes looked forward,
A stroll with a reach, a touch, a familiar sweet response,
When only she would realize the yearn is always toward,
A soft remind, a simple suggestion sensual, this once.
Then evening is the sky a sleek and distant shelter spoke,
In lives together meet upon a certain moment we smile
Together our recall, a further desire of passion to evoke,
I would then ask for a pause, to center in reach awhile.
Now in daylight the imagination plays against the rule,
Without suggestion could two soul an encounter enhance
So possible is that desire, that a sacrifice he will school
If when his eyes did open hers would welcome a chance.
Oh to know the paths we take to find one another’s release
It is that serendipity we seek in the privacy of sweet peace.
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.