the hours ahead,
I try to understand,
the world I live in,
how it all connects,
why it does,
when I wonder,
how long does it take,
I move to another theory,
run the course of imagination,
only to discover,
I see it,
I can understand it,
though I don’t want it.
I travel some more,
walk around the corner,
find a new glint of light
upon a distant, fading horizon,
and I settle in,
recall and remind,
I look to the future,
wonder about what might be inside,
a dream I had the other day,
that damn dream,
comes and goes,
oh how I wish it would stay,
shelter my fears,
such a beautiful dream,
please don’t be afraid of memory,
the etched in mind recall,
a wonderful exploration,
a journey we two did find a forever,
touch would be our arousal,
the quiet night, accentuated by music,
when the melody would fade our own
to sweet see the moment,
when passion and love rest in each other’s arms,
while the world outside,
is no longer our own,
in this soft retreat
do find time and sensuality
to be a satisfying sojourn
beyond the tempered nature of our society,
we two in celebration, in release,
we reach for one another
I have this love for a woman. She moves my heart in ways I might never imagine. I knew this might be the case, when a few years ago, we were fortunate to see each other again. It has been since that day, my life has felt renewed.
I think sometimes people might choose to delay their satisfaction with life, based upon societal purpose. I know that she would rather I didn’t bring that reality up, yet, I cannot help myself, for she moves me and I am left with a wonder always.
Being a man there are certain pleasures I count on. I do enjoy the passion of physical touch, the energy, the unbridled release of finding her triggers and enhancing her desire to reach further. She has given me such opportunity to know her in a deeper level than any woman I have encountered or shared time with in my entire life.
There is a definitive nature of realism in our intimate life. We both know the consequence of our desires and passion. Yet, we also understand there is a psychic bond to our desire to find one another’s pulse in the act of lovemaking. To be without that desire or need to find each other, is sometimes rattling to me, as I am sure it is with her. But we have lives that prevent our love from becoming a forever in each other’s eyes. In other words, we are not always in each other’s arms, and we are left with memory and fantasy instead.
Tonight I write in wonder, I give my page the words that are in my mind that I think about on a constant basis. I also want to acknowledge the psychic energy we share with one another. Today I was out in public, writing, sipping coffee, and trying to imagine where she might be. I believe we were close by one another. I also believe tonight as I finish this commentary we are in each other’s mind, for she has been in mine since my every waking moment.
I choose to respond to the psychic nature of love and trust its well-being is meant to preserve what is true in our lives.
I settle in to a memory,
it holds faith,
for all the quiet reflection,
when eyes would look far ahead,
see a sunrise within the rains,
those were the moments,
while she would caress my soul,
I might find her smile,
the sweetest reflection of love.
There is a sometime pause,
when we suddenly become
silent in our awareness,
we find measure,
we choose decisive choice,
in an effort to recognize
I chose to fall into visible arms.
Today, when eyes met,
there was this eternal peace,
and together our lives,
will hold onto these rare times,
can speak in actual terms.
A soft … gift,
when I can feel her hand,
a certain delight inside me,
perhaps a release, yet, more,
a natural telling,
a desire to know to understand,
to feel this passion,
a journey we have together,
is all inside the sweet review of her grasp.
We did arrive
with a kiss, one that let’s me close my eyes,
and yet I leave them open,
so I might see, experience, fall in love,
with your mystery, your walk, the sweet essence,
of her desire being drawn toward me,
when I might feel your hand,
It is that day I do fear,
when in looking in her eyes,
I will seek, I will cry,
yet I will not discover any tear.
When we know our lives have gone,
to a new horizon, a simple reality,
then yes it will be my sanity,
discovers I have been granted a newer dawn.
I wonder sometimes if it is just me,
alone in my own paradise,
wanting only to show her I am wise,
and yet, the day is gone, I’ve set her free.
I want to cry, to cleanse my soul,
though I’d rather not ever allow
this feeling she provides me now
to manifest itself in a defined role.
I want your moment with me again,
to follow the urgency of love,
to know that questions remain above
our own tendency to understand when.
In the shadows of our sweet memory,
lay the foundation of accepting this we.
It may seem a likely response,
when there seems a purpose,
that mutual attraction
we all breathe to yearn, and yet some,
might push the envelope.
Such energy is not the case,
when in her eyes, I see a dimension,
this parallel universe,
so easily imagined,
yet powerful in a quiet impact,
that allows years to suddenly
fly beyond our initial interaction.
I speak of no impulse, only ready kindness
such impressive grace,
that to imagine otherwise,
would seem only fantasy,
yet in her,
there is a reality in her soft
caress, the nature of love.
I wish sometimes I might
answer the questions,
the curiosity drives my mind,
I wish that before an eventual
fall inside the rocks of derision,
we might float above,
let our energy escape
the travesty of confusion.
We might easily define ourselves,
in a simple manner,
the human condition,
is to dissuade any notion
of natural consequence.
There is a certain lightness in the air,
when I do accept the circumstance of her.