I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

Posts tagged “romantic

Me


The pain is greater than I might ever have imagined.

In the silence I reach

gasping

it all feels very simple

the knowledge of

coming to terms

with who I might be

today

in this my quiet alone.

 

When just beyond the edge,

we can see this fantasy,

this world we allowed our imagination

to find a foundation,

we in the throes of our passion,

ignore the signs,

the indications that would

now

haunt our own somber

occasions.

 

I find it rather funny how words can suddenly relate,

seems right,

accurate,

there isn’t any need to negotiate

new terms

for its true identity

is in the reactions we alone

can muster

while trying to swim through

all this realistic confusion.

 

We do love, people, do honor the truth,

we can we know we did we will we might we

always we

instead of relying upon only me.


Would I Wait Forever


A question it is not

when thoughts of her,

become a statement,

a glance of cheek to touch,

a smile,

a kiss forever drawn my gasp,

it is within the clever agony

of love’s respite,

I would certain

be lost forever

in the light her eyes do cast upon

my sheltered soul.

 

Just an evening

I would cast a shadow upon her knee,

with my roaming hand,

a touch, a soft circular reminder,

of only beauty in the persona

of her smile

drawing me near,

telling me again,

how once,

my skin against her own

did find simple fire,

an energy

that now today,

in my every day,

I find strength

in sweet memory.

 

Oh to know there

is a time,

an adventure

when together

would her heart

offer me shelter

in a storm of flurry,

the passionate embrace

does suggest a time

when lips might caress,

hearts touch,

souls intertwine,

and in her eyes,

would I find my sea.


Those Eyes I Remember


It was when we first said hello,

I mean the time we felt a tear,

a certain joy in knowing,

we searched, smiled, soared.

 

Long before the action of love

would create a simple rapture

in our everyday notions

of what it was we were looking for.

 

She told me about eyes,

and even when I already knew,

I could never forget how important

my life would be if found in a glance.

 

There we began our journey,

always finding a quiet fire,

would lead me back to her own

sense of timing, wanting, deciding.

 

It is in the eyes of a lover,

might we find a certain peace.


Then When A Kiss


A breeze is my reminder,

the moment we held one another,

soft moonlight,

all the foreboding romantic

notions aligned

while the world around us,

continued,

we stopped in a moment,

lips pressed,

a silent yet lovely

reminder,

and the winds shifted,

not that frigid arctic,

cause icy pain sort of way,

just a reminder,

time

we were now

alone again

left to wonder

how far,

‘what is this’

a question,

an answer

in a kiss.


Imagine Quiet Resistance


The way I live my world,

wondering, imagining,

a curious emotion,

a satisfying memory,

to fill the space of reality.

 

In the space of an hour,

I can be next to her,

holding close her passion,

breathing in sweet delight,

hers is a romantic flair.

 

Tonight, is a fantasy,

I will walk through hours,

when together our lives,

become one in passion,

sensing the love that is real.

 

 

When I close my eyes,

she will be supine,

a figure in twilight,

restful with hair splayed,

upon my settling gasps.

 

I remember the linens,

the outline of her beauty,

I could recall forever,

the simple beauty,

the lovely tears in my eyes.

 

For it was in that one time,

when together our lives,

we did walk throughout the night

inside the pleasure of our dreams,

to find oneness in soul.


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.