A Wish To Respond

How might I take back the reactive nature of fear

when while calling out my motives were clear

yet so early in the day she had spoken of time

asking that the overwhelming nature too sublime

if I might recall my every word, the passionate plea

would it have any matter, would our lives feel free

Oh to know the real nature of understanding you

so that this my catalogue of days have been so blue

last touch, your kiss the sensuality in your eyes

should then have left my heart to be more wise

Oh to know surely the way to touch your heart again

so this awkward departure our lives apart could end

The Romance of a Letter

letters

That sense of wonder

has she, did it reach,

will there be another.

 

Oh to honor the parchment

of love in its antiquity

the eyes we well in a lament.

 

I could wanting my pen

speak in clear word

how is true my love then.

 

In some forever rhythm

the ink is laid

and the imagined him

 

whose blood and soul do

hold favor to her smile,

eyes that might find true.

 

Oh to find the true blessing

in words of a scrawl,

forever binding, always living.

 

When last I spoke I wrote

in a flash pages fill

with all my love so remote

 

yet here swoon in the quiet of a silent

peace fashioned a style not so ancient.


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To Where I Go

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I remember a time when words would reach and respond, a time of sweet expression. I remember there was no effort in being blessed with a reach, a selective hello, a wonder of a passionate plea. I could become anything I wanted to be, and still an acceptance always occurred, a sort of light that would lead me to new places, newer imagined horizons, a peaceful sojourn shared with that certainty of love.

I come here now because there is an energy, a reminder, some sweet redemption for the pain that has drawn our hearts to distant paths, perhaps no longer walking in a similar direction, but I always try hard to let my evaluation of this time fade away so hope and desire might always remain.

I hold on to love as it is all I may ever have, it gives me strength and helps me realize that it did once exist, and no matter such societal expectations that drove a stake in between our lives, I’ll always know there was a time …

I sit inside a dream, a wonderment that lets me breathe rather than swallow me into becoming nothing at all with my world, my imagination, my creative soul. I know that time and life offer only a partial glimpse into what our lives may become, we have to live out the rest. There have been recent days when I no longer felt I had the same resilience for continuing forward I once had, but my strength is returning.

Inside that transformation contains a stolen heart waiting to be found … someday.

Until then, I drink my coffee, knowing whom it is I care and hold close to my sweet rendering of memory; she is a muse, yet un-mistakenly real, her mystique always with me.

Always here …

Would You Then

If in the quiet moonlight,

we danced, our eyes,

suggestive,

would you if my lips

did find a naked shoulder

a nervous gasp …

 

Would you then,

while my hands now

felt liberty

the fabric that might entice

a man to explore further,

while you rose in my palms

my lips now buried in

your neck,

soft to reach your passion

 

might you as I did fingertips

find your buttocks,

the extension of my hand

directed by a movement

drawn in sequence to your own mouth

insistent upon my own,

tongues twirling,

 

Would you then find your center

to come alive for the beauty of such is

a delicious notion

while your eyes

turned to the sea

to allow my own waves of desire

let us drift toward some

long forgotten island of

sweet sensuality …

 

would you imagine while I did begin.

Much To Say Little Reason

I feel I’d like to explode

the words will pour

feelings will bury the mind

in contemplative scrutiny,

the lunacy of the ludicrous

nature of acceptance

within the perfect structure

that is reason to disagree.

 

Yet I am alone with this fear,

this tension, this concern,

a need to vent,

remember getting your feelings out,

feel better after a good cry,

a good cleansing wrenching of our

internal demons,

or wait,

wait a second,

I’m almost done,

just one second please,

and I will finish that which

I began,

or perhaps

chose to not even getting started.

 

Right now, struggling with reason!

When Found

beauty

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 ~

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The Wonder of Time

If I might in the quiet of my silent memory

imagine a kiss, soft, a velvet touch

a naked shoulder,

fingertips that would play upon welcome

sweet response, asking my hands

to stay there forever.

 

If I might remember just when

a time we could laugh,

with such unbridled release of our

own inhibitions,

we did,

we traveled far, quickly,

it was love,

a passion that did define my soul.

 

If I might, if I could,

if everything that began

might revisit, remain, return

in some manner

to allow me to realize

this was real

without leaving me wandering

alone

in a wonder of disbelief.

 

If I could, might I sweet always dream.

Trying To Find Her

Oh the effort is clear

for someone so dear

one might wander all

the reason of love we call

 

our own heart has an ache

we feel it with ever stake

of scrutiny our mind compels

when wonder silent tells

 

I walked outside in arctic

waves, freezing is so cryptic

to know our lives in balance

hang before our only chance

 

I’m lounging in the sea you see

wanting only my mind to be free

On Writing Erotica

Oh, to find sauce in the sweep of a tongue,

to linger in gasp

might we some way know a path

along his center,

the long and drawn out slide of exploration,

to feel her response,

the sweet touch a nectar of truth

when cradling moans become such wild

release,

not yet we will always say,

trying to find

an edge,

know when she, he,

when they as one

wish us, wish them

find our center together

in such is this our explosive mantra,

the sensuality of the human condition

discovered.

 

Oh it is alluring,

the mind wishes to travel

inside the fantasy

of sin,

a practiced sexuality,

the mystique of woman,

the brazen nature of man,

the combination of some swift surreal

engagement of this

our universal gender driven desire

to offer sweet solace,

sweaty and spent,

in each other’s arms,

legs intertwined,

minds as one.

 

We need the eyes for everything to be real.