Lives Travel
To be so close,
a step in this direction,
a quiet moment of reflection,
to know nearby,
an energy,
hers,
her grace and subtle tear,
so very poignant, apparent,
a purposeful posit of love.
Two cosmic travels ago,
we did our lives intersect,
that moment,
the visual notice of each other,
in a familiar setting,
so close,
enough to reach and touch each other’s
long quieted soul.
Oh, to know that moment
has changed my world forever,
in that eternal schema
of what is matter,
and how does chance include
the absolute of our
sweet reckoning.
I am here,
as are you,
always,
my heart intersects the lines of sweet
innocence plays the strings of our lives.
We Walk Together
We think with a similar stride,
a stroll,
the mind carried away,
inside this world of shadows and mystique.
I in my own quiet,
imagine her as she moves,
such grace I have seen before,
yet now,
I’m left creating a visual
takes me to a place,
like a ledge upon the end of my earth.
I would fall in forever,
if I knew she might be holding me
while the soil dissolves below my grasp.
When in the darkest corner of my nightmare,
I am suddenly pulled aside
given a light to find my way,
her words,
it is in the sweet realized beauty of
her soul,
that I might breathe again,
the shallow walls of anxiety,
slowly slip away,
as a familiar energy, fills my heart
so I may float toward the sky.
The walk we share in stride,
is the path I choose,
I wander in my own solace,
knowing I may hold her hand,
so together our travels,
open avenues toward sweet peace.
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.
Taking A Walk In Love
Oh, it is that simple,
a walk, together two soul,
a forest we know,
some discretion amidst the peril
of a reality we both cherish.
“What do you see” she asked,
I replied,
eventually it was the lush surrounding,
at first described a path,
with lots of green, and then,
there became this journey,
rolled out before our very eyes,
I did see
forever.
It was there I then shared words.
We found sweet seclusion,
just off the beaten path,
it is a familiar notion,
as we have all walked on edge,
wondering about the next bend,
in the road.
I felt her fingertips intertwine
with my own,
let her lead me to a
certain shelter in the rain.
It was there I leaned in,
she accepted,
I gently moved further,
she swooned,
I gathered in her energy,
for that is the key,
I felt in the moment,
to have her in my arms,
look over the natural habitat,
and wonder
together,
where was our place in the storm.
I did kiss her with reason,
she felt safe in my arms,
while we watched the world around us,
evolve as it naturally should.
We two, together
became quiet listeners.
A Mix of Passions
If while listening to heartbeats,
I could recognize a pace,
a steady beat of love,
oh, to know the passion of time.
I would channel my desire,
to hold true that pattern of
every manner of a cooing dove,
give Grace to this my kind.
If wants more easily defined,
would we have an everlasting
key for that eternal bliss we see,
when falling further forward.
If when seeking sweet remedy,
could a person so tenderly,
allow only time to fade the sky,
the world upon might carry on.
If when she then glanced my way,
would it be that for every day,
might my love be her muse mystique,
carry on sensuality in magic’s way.
Oh forever have the challenges defend
the loss, the failure of this spoken way,
love is a fallen sea of treasure,
we might always seek a measure.
If for now I could see in her eyes,
might I then forever be so wise.
Standing in Place
No longer running,
done that far too often,
seeing landscapes and wondering why,
same visual attractions,
and yet,
solutions are found
elsewhere.
A waiting game
I suppose,
yet, I’m tiring, the run
is far too long.
I’ve decided to stand,
find the absolute rather than
any alternative meaning.
I knew
when days would go by,
upon my return,
the complexity of this,
our rendering,
would change,
like a gentle breeze
might alter blossoms
inside the rite of spring.
I wonder if
while the speaker knows,
the listener can realize,
even when believing the answer
is right,
the solution is necessary,
I am still left curious,
wanting to understand,
whether time permits,
or shatters sweet imagery.
I just know
for the moment,
though it is meant as
real reality,
I’m standing alone,
standing,
alone.
