I wonder the fragrance of her hair,
when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,
Let me breathe in your sense
before you leave me forever.
For it is that permanence
occurs every time I say good bye
Today I have been watching time
wishing only some sign,
an indication that tells me I am not crazy,
that this is real,
the ache I feel is the response to losing her.
I wanted summer to be alive with love,
a shower of affection like a late summer rain,
the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,
kissing each other in the constance
of a watery memory,
the times we would together,
flatter each other
with a certain elusive desire.
Yet it is today I stand
I wonder how much longer she can
let my need to share sensual dreams
her being by my side,
the scent of her,
stays in my mind,
Which part of our selves
do we rely upon to tell a story.
When is the mood right,
gives us the license to recognize just how far
the deeper end of things,
that place we’d rather never be,
is awaiting us.
When we get there,
is it the frozen imbalance,
the piece that allows us only to imagine,
stationery in our self driven despair.
I remember one time looking out my picture window
the rains were evident,
and they were all hiding behind themselves,
I didn’t go outside that day.
I wish I could know because even despite
the time I sit alone,
I realize this is right,
where I need to be right now,
while she is
in her own peace,
quiet in the mind,
yet radiant in her smile.
Wherever we might be,
there seems a reason.
There is a valley,
we all have a vantage point,
it carries a visual acumen,
filled with a variable progress.
I often wonder of accurate planning
the desire is action together
Yet we know acrimony might ensue
certainly we obscure our agency to love.
Would we in time languish desire,
that eternal love allows change
when what we long remains
always beyond lament’s labor.
If when we understand the truth
our lives would use simple time,
our world might utilize a passion
discreet yet real, a union met.
Can we begin to earn our truths
without the fear of every venue
combing the grounds to even the fare,
the beauty in love’s eternal eye.
Value allow love unusual ease.
I took a walk today,
a quiet stroll along the river,
lush leaves in a deep valley,
very little of anything.
What is it happens when two souls,
meant to share time,
do experience a fresh rainfall, wet leaves
while the journey continues
there isn’t a word shared, in fact there is
I wonder if now might be anything like the same …
We do take walks together,
we stroll into a sunlit summer
our eyes do search for one another,
all the time,
we know our lives are meant a freedom.
Now, the twilight speaks to mind,
wonder about her,
curious about him and the evening,
It is always that way we both agree,
there is a time when our walk will be
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.
Know me when I suggest, the time it took to favor love,
is like a flashing seen by few, yet felt eternally.
It is that moment when your eyes do sparkle
when your hair holds luster,
your legs, oh my …
When time allows my love to reach for your heart,
a slow methodical touch of passion that would suggest,
when gone again, I will love you from afar,
until next time,
until your eyes avail my desire.
Oh I cannot define the hours of need,
when my body yearns to feel the center of your dreams.
I only ask for this moment to become a memory,
all told a nostalgia repeats itself whenever could
our lives cross paths with importance and purpose.
We are the delicious nature of an instinctual reality,
it is that time we are known
the time it takes,
the moment when two lives become one,
oh to favor time.
When we do go there,
our miles of dialogue discerned,
eyes searching, want,
the sudden though balanced
shift from anxiety to desire,
when we do, when touch
I imagine silk scarves covering her nakedness,
everything else is normalcy,
slides so effortlessly,
fun to pull with fingers,
more pleasurable to imagine,
the arousal, her skin, come alive
knowing she is being
loved in a physical way.
Oh there is certain in anticipation,
a rosy set of –
untouched yet yearning,
he sees, she knows, he knows, she …
when a moment allows the wetness
save the other, though always balance,
until there is a certain languid
sensuality that slides his mouth along lines,
toward another part of her nakedness,
his mouth plays, tongue tease,
she does again,
gasp, as his mouth lowers,
his hands return silks,
to naked, peaked – ,
shout to the touch, while
now the center will be his aim.
Oh to spend time here,
with hands that find,
with lips that do taste,
a desire in her eyes, looking for his,
for he is on a watch,
to notice her upper lip
settle in quiver
as yes he does,
the circles begin,
the fingertips respond, explore, search,
a designed rhythm
whereby bodies are moving,
his anticipation grinds into a corner
of silk bedding, save for later.
For now it is the duty, desire of his tongue,
to find her arch, that involuntary sweep of
that wanton nature,
of finding her rhythm to reach …
ah, breathe sweet, spent, curls and lips
rest upon my shoulder,
I would then feel her hands,
begin again …