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.
Oh I have tried,
I do love you with all my being,
and would sacrifice a world,
one filled with reputation and avarice,
for the soul that might challenge
a societal norm.
How often would I tell her
she completes the essence of my reason
to examine any notion in my mind.
How easily could I look in her eyes
and tell exactly what it was that mattered
to me in the moment.
It is always you,
all ways lead to your heart,
and it is me that breaks the path,
by locking onto selfish needs,
rather than the appreciation of just how
magical my life has become with you by my side.
Oh to vent a passion like ours,
would write volumes of beauty and grace,
carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts
that symbolize summers and hot spring days,
and impulsive scenarios where two people,
just allowed life to take them in its arms,
and kneel before the starlit sky,
a kiss, a smile, a gasp,
and it was then,
I knew I could know no other love.
I’m working on a plan,
with every day, I know my routine,
it is safe,
well tucked away,
to the onlooker, it seems probably typical,
the normalcy of an American society,
yet, step inside my game,
and find a completely different world,
one in constant adjustment,
always needing to figure out a new plan.
See, recently, we
became a different enigma,
in a manner of speaking,
or even just thinking I suppose,
on our own,
not together in the sense of
any longer wanting the same things.
Though we do,
always want what is best for the other,
often sacrificing our own needs for the happiness,
that piece of ourselves
that brought us into each other’s arms
so many years ago today.
So it is a state of mind thing,
this learning how to live,
in a parallel universe,
seems difficult to touch upon
each other’s soul,
when just out of reach,
no longer sharing that desire
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,
Outside a romantic air,
we might intertwine fingers
to please one another,
the skin that alive arouses a moment,
when least anticipated,
I see to be enticed.
Sunset allows a measure of time,
the changing hour,
when our passions become a yearn,
a need, a want, a smile, a taste,
a hand dives alongside thighs alive.
We walk, talk, imagine next,
find allowance for a separation,
knowing soon our bodies
will share an evening sky