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Posts tagged “romantic

When Words Interfere


I fell in love, with her,

she told me one day how my words

might draw her to my side,

and I thought to myself,

well for sure,

that was always what I wanted her

to say.

 

So there we were, two of us,

together in the mainstream,

outside of the eye of anyone

nearby who might,

cause our lives to scream,

yet we were in love,

and we watched our shadows,

play romantic games

in the sunlight,

just out of our sight.

 

We knew there was a time,

when somehow

one might want more,

and the other might as well,

yet we never realized,

both would struggle with

understanding just why,

or how, or can we, or might you,

why can we not figure out

why.

 

Yet we knew love,

we are in love,

love is where we took ourselves,

selves,

we became the alone

part of understanding why.


Reminders of Altered States


I remember now,

how I laughed and cried,

and eventually tried

to see the end of a long

narrow scope,

one that did not contain anyone

to measure true elegance.

 

I recall yet, still,

in the absurdity of reason,

wondering how to fill a void

beyond this energy,

her energy,

knowing yet even still,

I had no reason to be wishing so.

 

We form unions,

when we do,

we carefully decide upon choice,

and yet,

there is that piece, that part of

ourselves,

the skeptic, the wanderer, the

romantic,

seems always to wonder.

 

Is it lust,

that calls upon our definition

of love,

so powerful we with willing,

create difficult scenarios,

the sort they make movies about,

write epic literary rendezvous,

with names like Fitzgerald,

Nin, Yves, Chopin, even Oates is real.

 

I once knew a woman,

whom when shadows failed,

the strict sunlight of an opaque desert,

called me forward,

and with each grain of sand I might encounter,

I could clearly see,

no reminder, no parallel,

no one would ever come close,

in the affirming nature of

serendipity,

I came to realize truth

is a lovely complexity.


In My World


The stars do come alive

stretch across the horizon,

I lay back to imagine

she might wish the same

upon a streaming light

our eyes could feel the night.

 

We are miles and themes away

that close sense a fantasy

perhaps suffice to know the real

yet in this space a yearn

find the universal center

that place where we together breathe.

 

It is true we do believe

in a righteous state of mind,

a heartfelt memory holds grace

while worlds away we join the race.

In the quiet bliss eyes do find

love toward we both rewind.

 

Oh to know the stars do carry a soul

will cross inside our world of dreams.


When I Miss You


I honestly don’t know where my head is,

drifting along some riverbank,

a reminder of the man across the way,

that sort of damp soil,

yet we were together, alone

in a sort of, romantic way.

 

Self-conscious in our attraction to each other,

given the nature of the fisherman nearby,

we were never sure if his attention

was upon his animal, the golden running about,

or if he consciously wondered about

the two of us,

or maybe we did, we always do,

like any quiet stroll along the riverbank.

 

I remember I could rest my chin on your shoulder,

feel you pull yourself back to press lips on my cheek,

your hair cascades around me,

I can sense you,

I recognize the sweet air of your being,

like a quiet hug in the middle of the day,

in a neighborhood, we may.

 

I do wish to suggest, this is the state of my way,

when alone in my quiet mind, I am thinking …

wishing, wanting, always wondering, when time

will allow my rest upon

sweet naked shoulders.


Afternoon In Spring


When sky in blue bring fond the light in love
In balance would such dreams lend quiet pause
For in memory draws sweet eyes to cause
Our own hearts aloft, lovely sound above.

While soul lay soft upon my beating chest
Her eyes did tell stories of mating calls
In Nature’s design recognize no walls
To mask the beauty her gasps do arrest.

Whisper the sudden touch of love in reign
Couple suggestive tone, a kiss is mine
That nectar I delicious drink her wine
A center now to reach inside soft rain.

Oh to feel the breeze of now summer day
When melody birds did sing love did say.


If For Only That Moment


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

undying love,

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.


Morning Wonder


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It is when, the early moments, eyes still heavy with dreams,

focus upon the physical, wood frame reaching walls,

the mind in slow motion begins a greeting,

a notice, a painting, ties, the dresser is a haven,

in morning wonder he does ask forgiveness in absent mind.

 

Roll onto his back and sense another,

yet the isolation is familiar, a partner in animosity,

tender in notion, until reality again suggests a fatal flaw,

not dangerous, only a sadness that has long ago manifested

the linens that prevail to simply cover sleeping bodies,

morning wonder now has eyes on spattered ceiling.

 

A fan rolls smooth, winds with purpose, reminds fantasy,

if we focus on only the shadows of rotation,

we could,

if only for a moment,

imagine siesta in a warm climate,

the fan offering reprieve from scorching heat,

yet this one is cosmetic in northern wood.

 

Stretch his body, know that soon a waking reminder,

the day ahead, the tasks so yearned,

lay back on his side, tucking an arm underneath,

look out to the wall and imagine

her eyes, waking to find his own.

Oh, if that moment could be right now.