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
When a fleeting notion does intercept my mind,
I am suddenly drawn, a recall, a dance,
lips would intertwine,
a searching passionate draw sublime.
For it is then my world will unravel,
only to be found in the shelter of her
that quiet remembrance – happy still.
Once a sweet search, it belongs
a memory in our hearts,
afire with delicious sensuality,
our lips, together, we design a scene.
I watch the world exist around me,
helps my focus, softens my pulse,
yet in a flash of a quiet visual,
she has my heart in sweet touch, caress.
If only for that moment, we could sustain
the world around our soul,
to know that we are always one in this silence,
to believe our certain love remain.
I will forever walk inside this my dream,
of an eternal fire gives solace to all we seem.
I look for a spot to jump on,
waiting, time passing,
the moments seem all to blend with one another,
while alone I do wait,
I wonder about where it is I might find the right note,
is it that final drawn octave, carries my soul,
allows me to imagine I am in the heavens,
drifting beyond the scorn of nature’s wrath,
a part of the grace and wonder of time,
a virtual cacophony of desired elements in love …
I do love to listen to violins,
the harmonic convergence of their essential oils, strings, resonate
upon which we allow our lives to grasp
the inner soul of our wisdom drawn from sound.
It is when I imagine a valley, and deep below just in my sight,
is she there walking, perhaps waiting,
in another dream leaving my world,
for another adventure, though when I draw close,
the strings seem to speak to the horrific nature of letting go,
and I do run with the adagios of life’s meant travel.
There is a place in my mind, that an occasional sound,
a combination of instrumental design, an orgasmic display of
the very nature of my own compelling need
to recognize her soft skin,
as fingertips play the long sinewy arms of passion,
I will rest upon my shoulder her sweet sound.
,and be forever grateful to know beauty.
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
The few times,
each waking suspension
when time suggests
ours is this
Eyes smile the know,
to starting again,
the heat, a fire, an ignite me
soft to explore
to start to test to taste
know the shudder
is expression well beyond passion
more simply peace,
a grateful delight in sharing
connection, embrace, desire, need,
It is a need that suddenly overwhelms
sun peeking through to recall
yet for now,
we do begin
Smile, eyes, hands –
show me where!
There in a gasp of good bye I would cry
To know love’s mystique speaks beyond todays.
I looked in her eyes one last time in sigh
Recalling waves of our passionate days.
The drives home solemn for weeks afterward
What is her state of mind, afternoon gray.
Always would I yearn lovely, her soft word.
Where does peace begin – settle loss of way.
As life continues, charms will nostalgic
Return her to my mind, see where life lands
Taking our worlds beyond what mystique
Remained in memory, a hope demands.
Hers with child and love regains sweet release
His smile knows beautiful soul in her peace.