The way I live my world,
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.
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
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,
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
Yet we knew love,
we are in love,
love is where we took ourselves,
we became the alone
part of understanding why.
I remember now,
how I laughed and cried,
and eventually tried
to see the end of a long
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,
knowing yet even still,
I had no reason to be wishing so.
We form unions,
when we do,
we carefully decide upon choice,
there is that piece, that part of
the skeptic, the wanderer, the
seems always to wonder.
Is it lust,
that calls upon our definition
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
I came to realize truth
is a lovely complexity.
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.
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.
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.
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.