I fell in love, with her,
she told me one day how my words
might draw her to my side,
and I thought to myself,
well for sure,
that was always what I wanted her
So there we were, two of us,
together in the mainstream,
outside of the eye of anyone
nearby who might,
cause our lives to scream,
yet we were in love,
and we watched our shadows,
play romantic games
in the sunlight,
just out of our sight.
We knew there was a time,
one might want more,
and the other might as well,
yet we never realized,
both would struggle with
understanding just why,
or how, or can we, or might you,
why can we not figure out
Yet we knew love,
we are in love,
love is where we took ourselves,
we became the alone
part of understanding why.
Is it true we all must worry
when somewhere needs hurry
to allow our lives to forget
to imagine the ills we beget.
Perhaps there is a truth to our love
when worry becomes primary to need.
Step away from the limelight,
to notice a world around us all,
doesn’t change, continues
same needs, similar hours,
each one set of eyes
glancing inside the soul of …
another willing participant.
When wants are apparent,
the world changes hue,
from perhaps a cold distant
blue, to a maddening fire of need.
When we see that imagined
visual delight on a sunny morning,
are we seeing a conceptual image
or some creation of need.
Do you dress for the moment,
or simply to remain clothed.
I wonder always in my own quiet
why when she that is my passion
wisps through an open door,
is it not the beauty of her,
that physicality I am drawn,
or perhaps the scream of society
to fondle the notion
we are all available,
in each other’s eyes.
How might you see me, daybreak after sex,
will you lavish the allure of last night,
be still, sans provocative, less complex.
Sunlight peers in, spectacular daylight
exposed, night’s rapture spent, disheveled hair
flows endless on silks as movies suggest
the way it should be when wanderers meet.
Melody plays sonata’s bliss at best.
Oh, whilst my desire searching lips should greet
skin so alive, treacherous, with all in
driving passion, wanton release of you,
taste you, sweet nectar that holds me within.
Then delicious dreams began, my need was only
imagined; your sensual ride lovely.