I stood outside last night,
waiting for a show,
though, as I stepped through a summer,
I couldn’t help but notice,
the brilliant amber on a night sky,
the leaves and forest and wonder about me,
all glistened in the moon’s mystique.
I knew the show would be out of my hands,
or perhaps the script rewritten,
for now, I imagined the sheer beauty of nightfall,
offered under a natural streaming light,
one that brought me to a different place,
like any such dabbling in nature light,
is meant to do.
I thought of her in this surreal setting,
and I wondered,
I wished, I hoped, I prayed,
the energy I felt might be compelled,
by the sweet nature of her.
Oh I did travel to a different time,
a place where the lush beauty of nature
could find enhancement,
in each stone, dense sampling of forest,
in all of the sunlight’s well spent
design to bring our heart’s content.
Oh I did surround myself with beauty,
a certain natural innocence, a spiritual
reckoning would accept me wholly,
to listen to my cries, while then
enjoying the laughter of together smiles.
Is it always in the soft gale of an after rain,
the cool setting, the mist still remains,
that tells our heart no matter the fare,
there is always that memory of her Grace,
will take a soul far into the ocean’s breeze.
I wandered outside this morning to the gray
clouds of an after shower, the cool air
allowed me to settle in for a time to recall,
there is beauty, and there is grace,
a certain wonder she brought my world,
a sweet trace of spectacular surreal love.
I choose the highlands
that reach toward the sky,
I live to know the heights
where my soul might linger
in a sweet peace of this world,
where it is I am in destiny,
the travels of my mind.
I know so little of what is time,
can only wish and dream perhaps
there might be a delight in line
for all of our heart felt agony.
I wonder often of failure
how the remark contains me
if it were just only a test
a limitless horizon of humanity
would it be so powerful then
once I might understand pathways.
I was once a child of a decade
where screen doors and trails,
soft breeze and playful friends
hot summers and weekend skis
the wisp of romance quite vivid
in the eyes of an older sib.
I remember then when life
could be as transparent as
the picture window in my home.
What happened to muddy the glass,
where is when I did suddenly
come to terms with losing idyllic
prayer and spiritual guidance?
How did I get to be so critical
of simply my own sacred humanity?
Why is it when I wake in the morning sun
my dreams become a starker reality,
a place where hope and beauty
always measured, isn’t a natural
course of my day’s mechanics?
I was watching you one evening
the music pounding my ears,
my body writhing to the rhythm,
yet you miles away in the heights
celebrating love, exploding sensuality
if I could lift my heart to you
like the potion driven magic
of my favorite never found chemist,
might I then find my peak,
while settling into ethereal arms
of passion and grace, would I with a smile
glance upon that valley of my dreams.
*photo credit – allen parseghian
Oh to imagine
eyes to my lips
to feel sweet taste
open for your delight
only while we
would you agree
I am looking at you
with the desire of a
I am that woman with the eyes,
the blush is simply
given to you to allow your mind
to imagine where your eyes
might wish to travel
it is a surreal notion to create a vision,
a woman in the throes of her own passion.
for we might certainly wonder if ever
such fantasy we’ve held onto forever.
It is svelte hands cupping her breasts,
while the end of a long day she rests
her eyes show growing desires enhance
that our imagination could wish chance
while lids are closed I would be nearby
my hands skilled caress and ask why
I am blessed to have your beauty near
while alone we together images appear..
a slow gliding draw of a fingertip
along an exposed breast to flip
a nipple with a chuckle in your smile
while you intrigue your lover’s guile.
in the fiery motions of your mind
you begin to know that this unwind
will thrust your needs as happens
the touch, lips gentle breeze opens
oh to dive my tongue deep inside
to allow your hips upon me ride,
to explore inside with my fingers
while your shuddering need lingers
oh to feel your mouth part with moan
while your mystique, a rhythm you own
will build further, go faster with need,
I’m inside with swift fashion to heed
only that which will draw your inner thighs
an unveiling of the ways you are so wise
to know how quickly you might bring
orgasm to the surface of your being.
I would then appear as you might know
while over here I may imagine your glow.
mood is ethereal
when in second chances
leaves our mind
almost a taste
of surreal sense
did exist in a visit
only to recall shivers
a spiritual ease
quiet, comfort, real
in my dreams
will leave me
Photographer: Robert Farber
Model: Elena Levon
We could if chance allowed,
lives cross paths across the globe,
my world, your space,
your eyes, my dream.
The heat of the day,
simmers slow surreal
if in that moment,
I can be your inspiration,
perhaps a dream state,
allows you to travel with me,
together we dance the sky
parallel lives visit that dimension
wanders far beyond the physical reality,
the shell we carry with ourselves always.
Imagine a world …
please, a refill,
stay a while longer will you –
*photo found on pinterest