I think there is a reality we all imagine,
when simple is sufficient,
we sort of bowl over the remainder,
the mystery of being.
If to suggest lives matter,
is it as important to recognize honesty
attached to our integrity,
or are facades the true meaning.
We must be conscious how lost
begins the circle of unwarranted deceit
when lacking in interpretation,
the eyes need offer swift hesitation.
While further the exploration
begins to parlay the genuine nature,
in a gradual manner
speaks idly of conscious respect.
Oh, for my words do matter,
so careful I am to avoid such hindrance,
creates a vacuum in the greater schematic
playground of our heedless humanity.
Oh, this moment when simple words do cause my stir,
to imagine the passions my fantasy could experience her.
Oh, to cherish each thoughtful notion of love in a tear,
to know there is truth in the serendipity we share.
Oh, to look to a beautiful sky and recognize this love
is beyond our control and simply driven from above.
Oh, to feel your presence in touch, a skin in radiant air,
I would imagine your every step and grace is everywhere.
Oh, to have you in my arms, to feel your lips press mine,
It is the truth I respond with desire, a nectar’s sweet wine.
Oh, I do, yes, in every aspect of my world think of you,
when on a streamlined sunlit morn, my eyes seek this blue.
For it is the concept of wonder that keeps our hears alive in chance
To seek, to contemplate to find once more my eyes in yours in trance.
I do remember the touch,
my senses aroused when just sweet skin,
becomes my sojourn,
that region of love alive,
of a sensual desire drawn easily toward remarkable
I would if never,
be a forever man, to always have pace,
with knowing your pleasure,
to keep the bliss in your eye,
to have your favor of constant wanton need,
become a flower,
of petals moist in springtime,
yes, of a wonderful response to surely orgasmic …
settle your emotions, that is feeling,
that sense of release,
a motion beyond comprehension while eyes roll,
hands and arms flail to clasp,
the mind becomes its own orgiastic celebration
of a coming to,
a reality of this moment being there,
with you, me, why however we do ignite our fire.
Oh it is this I truly know,
when in the regard of the heavens,
our god-like passions become o’er-filled,
In desire will I always recall – her.
In the surreal sense of the human condition,
though we were little connected in physicality,
I hadn’t imagined the pain in my emotion,
I would feel when realizing this became insanity.
Shadowed by decades we do recall our delights
when memory raises expectations beyond the now,
we will always design such erotic nights,
or perhaps it is me while I raise your eyebrow.
I did for that brief moment reminisce sweet eyes
those touched my heart daily when then
I could pine over love never knowing just why
until again many distant songs later when
a voice would speak of love and ceremony,
a wisp of flattery, a toss of childhood romance
would remind my body beyond my infamy,
I could again love you if only by some chance.
Yet while I tease the reality of our lives
I want nothing more than your own peace
when in the beauty of time, love thrives
in the knowledge of persecuted release.
Fond are the eyes in the grace of her elegance,
I’ll imagine nostalgic caress is sweet chance.
( this for beauty in inspiration )
if notions speak a loud,
a sweet glance
an internal fire
wait in patient lullaby
while all around wise would
just your sweet touch
is where I wish to watch you move me
while a tear
spreads throughout my eye
the damp surreal
desire is where I want to be
trace your world
inside of me.
if she held on a bit longer,
I could convince her,
if she let me touch her heart,
I would next believe she might,
we all do think that I suppose,
certainly when the need arises,
when no longer do we have that opportunity,
when out of reach
we had our lives mapped out together,
we could break each other’s hearts
beaten down by the ruthless nature of love,
we wanted more,
I just couldn’t stand to wait any longer,
yet I’d forgotten,
that you could,
you told me you would,
and I listened.
I want you to know,
i haven’t forgotten,
I haven’t tried to pretend
I haven’t allowed forgiveness,
I haven’t sought entitlement,
I haven’t found solace
I haven’t begun to know,
I haven’t recognized hurt,
I still wish to understand,
just how simple my destruction
could be on another life
without regard for whom they are,
or wish to become,
perhaps wanting to walk away from
certainly not newly gained,
certainly not a revelation
certainly not sudden affirmation
certainly without conscience.
Yet today I find myself reeling
wanting to somehow find an
easier path through the density
of a man’s quest existence.
Yet today, I only wish I might
convince all of the eyes,
the ears, the sensual response,
to understand I will never forget
the early days …
I have to remember …