At this our dusk
would fear
emit its certainty
a knowing glance
a realized tear.
In all of our misgivings
that overwhelming passion
returned inside a graying rule
of this our reality.
Oh to know when would be
the next wind,
the next passing breeze.
Truth is love.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
photo – Pinterest
At first glance
I knew immediately
how could one not
recognize whom we grow to love
when confronted
by their reality.
She was looking forward,
I felt safe
if only, sheltered,
let my hand rest on a chair
nearby,
we could hear one another breathe
if she knew I was there.
I imagined to myself,
if this is real,
she will know I’m here
turn around
smile or walk away,
I let a dream happen in my mind
years ago the same
occurred.
Yet today is
was
different
her confidence in posture
seemed unreachable
seemed meant
for someone else’s touch,
their arms, lips, eyes,
I was afraid to move.
I then stepped backward,
quiet,
the silence was a weight
I could not overcome,
I felt the emotion
of taking risks,
of looking in one another’s eyes
and knowing
we could not
though desperate in our passion
we could.
Moments later,
a stroll down the cobblestone,
I found a new cafe,
settled in outside
still she was in my mind.
I took one sip of a
fashionable latte,
then,
I looked away.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda with love
photo – Pinterest
When found,
I have felt your presence
an already gasp,
swift temptation is mystique
inside her
is a melodrama meant to
design man’s meaning.
Mix night sky with
a soft response in her touch
his need to explore
she is sensuality
in the midnight
reckoning
of man’s desire
woman’s intrigue
a soul already found
whether lust or need
my heart aches
to be found sweeping
hands across
woman
in all of her elegance.
I would if I could might
witness the beauty
inside your quiet
release,
center is alive
such is a need
to find
sensuality beyond
our own silent
insecurity
Oh, there are these lines
I wish to do
with you
forever
in a midnight sky
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
picture found on Pinterest
I have a certain love for ‘woman’ in all of her graces – I have been blessed to know love and passion, and these renderings of photos with my words are a dedication to her …
All photos found on Pinterest – the words are my own
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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| a quiet man on I Just Want To Die |
| a quiet man on I Just Want To Die |
| a quiet man on One Time |
 | Sheryl Gim on One Time |
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