To be so close,
a step in this direction,
a quiet moment of reflection,
to know nearby,
her grace and subtle tear,
so very poignant, apparent,
a purposeful posit of love.
Two cosmic travels ago,
we did our lives intersect,
the visual notice of each other,
in a familiar setting,
enough to reach and touch each other’s
long quieted soul.
Oh, to know that moment
has changed my world forever,
in that eternal schema
of what is matter,
and how does chance include
the absolute of our
I am here,
as are you,
my heart intersects the lines of sweet
innocence plays the strings of our lives.
We think with a similar stride,
the mind carried away,
inside this world of shadows and mystique.
I in my own quiet,
imagine her as she moves,
such grace I have seen before,
I’m left creating a visual
takes me to a place,
like a ledge upon the end of my earth.
I would fall in forever,
if I knew she might be holding me
while the soil dissolves below my grasp.
When in the darkest corner of my nightmare,
I am suddenly pulled aside
given a light to find my way,
it is in the sweet realized beauty of
that I might breathe again,
the shallow walls of anxiety,
slowly slip away,
as a familiar energy, fills my heart
so I may float toward the sky.
The walk we share in stride,
is the path I choose,
I wander in my own solace,
knowing I may hold her hand,
so together our travels,
open avenues toward sweet peace.
When I close my eyes,
that simple grace,
in a moment,
when all of my desire,
the sweet nectar of passion,
soft, supple, sensual
a wanton blend of
yes, this is me,
and I am with you
captured in an eternal surreal memory.
to find, explore,
in a caress, in a sweet travel,
while our horizon remains the same,
inside our own quiet remedy,
is a journey,
only responsive to each other.
Show me please …
It is in the early morning, when waking,
I open my eyes, and see the invisible nature
of her memory, all I have
to hold onto,
is a quiet vision of when we could,
and now it fades,
I feel it in every waking moment,
without chance, I can experience loss,
time, people, change,
the world around me remains the same.
I want to hold back tears,
pretend it isn’t happening,
this deep inside, festering truth,
I don’t want the challenge,
no longer wish to imagine I could be wrong,
I only want what my body feels,
the ache, the longing, the yearn,
that forever was simple,
and yet now in the moment,
smooth jazz only makes me want to cry.
I used to think about the amazing touch,
her sweet harmony with my utterances,
lips breeze and tease,
search in tongue twirl like a melody,
we would play this tune,
we would play this tune,
we would, God help me, play this tune …
did keep my passion alive.
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.
he would spend his time explaining,
she might smile,
he might wish her eyes were dreaming,
she would let him know.
he could wish her happiness,
she would tell him,
he would breathe a deep sigh,
she would love him.
A sweet morning sunlight,
skies spectacular in romantic drifts,
hands that touch with a certain need.
By the rail of the public dock,
he pulled her close,
she let lips caress his,
their hands began a celebration.
This was his need,
she did offer love,
he would believe
she could feel loved.
Their passion furthered
in the long grass,
a shadowed sunlight
under a naked tree.
Here was their kiss,
a long and enduring time,
she did suggest tone,
he followed a direction known.
Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,
inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.
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.