A quiet eye
simple dawn lighting
the afterward in hours measured
we too did love
create steady moment, the unbridled fare
consume our every touch
while each travel inside each other
called upon a slow
yet lovely realization
All consulate exhausted one another
so we might fall to rest
waking later I did
for length of my sated body
then I would glance
her hair flowing free across my chest
a sweet sensual length covers
her passionate release
whle I glance
knowing her center
will call toward want me further
In respectful elegance, her accentuate love.
A slow burn,
the gradual release
when the mind,
chooses to listen
rather then react to the news.
I know I love,
hearts strings touch reality
exist in my every breath,
each moment I glance,
the look is for her eyes.
Yes there is a certain peace
when no longer the confusion
implies a fabrication,
or suggests impulsivity.
Today the warmth of truth,
skin against skin,
I do, did, will touch the world
when in my arms
she allows me to carry her heart.
My soul, your mystique,
my life, your love,
the beauty of passing time,
our energy real,
Sweet muse, sweet love,
in my soul I sing aloud,
I breathe freely,
my heart feels whole
In the surreal sense of the human condition,
though we were little connected in physicality,
I hadn’t imagined the pain in my emotion,
I would feel when realizing this became insanity.
Shadowed by decades we do recall our delights
when memory raises expectations beyond the now,
we will always design such erotic nights,
or perhaps it is me while I raise your eyebrow.
I did for that brief moment reminisce sweet eyes
those touched my heart daily when then
I could pine over love never knowing just why
until again many distant songs later when
a voice would speak of love and ceremony,
a wisp of flattery, a toss of childhood romance
would remind my body beyond my infamy,
I could again love you if only by some chance.
Yet while I tease the reality of our lives
I want nothing more than your own peace
when in the beauty of time, love thrives
in the knowledge of persecuted release.
Fond are the eyes in the grace of her elegance,
I’ll imagine nostalgic caress is sweet chance.
When my eyes hide behind soft shoulders
gripping you forever in a moment lost,
I wonder if when I wander beyond
your touch, my imagination, my mind
elsewhere, yet yearning your every taste,
I feel you upon me, grasping my inner soul.
Yet I’m away, I’m off, I’m with …
another chapter of our lives, perhaps
yet defined, probably most unkind
to the love — you caress my desire
in a manner I cannot deny.
Wonder with me so we can both
enjoy the ride, the ride, ride me.
*photo found on Tumblr
It is a clear blue sky,
that energy asks forgiveness
treacherous waves of discontent
mellowed in a beautiful morning
where it is difficult to see pain.
No one can cry out loud
notions in delicious sunlight.
Yet my confusion is real
I’d like to imagine it simple fantasy
though battles remain
caught in this vacuum of despair
resistant to change
wanting every aspect
all the same.
I sometimes when flying across the world
wonder about possibility
am I selfish, over-bearing, expectant
in a social stratus meant for spontaneity.
Then crossing the lane
I realize an envy exists
quite parallel to my own imagination.
I would like to create a sense of
rather than the fraught churn,
anxiety’s rush toward entitlement.
I would that we, her, I might better understand
rather than waiting and asking to hold her hand.
While away the day with me,
we’ll create our own world together,
you and me,
on a sunny day in a midwestern haze,
Let’s take a drive and watch the world evolve
me and you
we wanted to imagine a world inside a castle
designs to take us away
we were cool
that day in the summer a breeze we felt
holding court letting fantasy tease our lives
I love you
in your eyes I could feel a desire, a special
lightning with every glance, and yet her world
only to ourselves as we wandered through time
wishing this would be our cruiser beyond today
dropping off our desire with a slow hopeful stroll
we could have left that day and never returned
you love me
I couldn’t know the desire we would some day
wonder about the what ifs of everyman’s wish
be still now
time’s remedy has allowed this memory to return
we left our nostalgic dreams in safe-keeping
can you hear me?
I don’t know where I’ve gone
instead of ravishing her to
a state of trembling fury …
the delightful kind,
where she lays on her side,
having sustained a certain
path of bewilderment,
with slow strokes of her hair,
she smiles knowingly,
suggestive of another moment,
just before this recent lament.
I wonder where I am, what I have become,
only to find I’m just not as happy as some.