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. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Posts tagged “Saturday morning

Dance With Me Alone


Listen to the rhythm of my dream,

you standing near,

I can feel your heart beating,

like a song I might want to dance …

 

To the eyes standing around,

I’m normally discreet,

holding pattern,

without a sound, a tear.

 

Do we all when in a somber reflection,

feel the energy of our love,

do we yearn together,

in this universal stream of security.

 

I once wound my life around hope,

only to discover my insanity

was driving me further beyond,

any matter of suggestive morality.

 

Yet, today when inside reflective peace,

I’ve no regret the love I’m asked  release.