Would You Then

If in the quiet moonlight,

we danced, our eyes,

suggestive,

would you if my lips

did find a naked shoulder

a nervous gasp …

 

Would you then,

while my hands now

felt liberty

the fabric that might entice

a man to explore further,

while you rose in my palms

my lips now buried in

your neck,

soft to reach your passion

 

might you as I did fingertips

find your buttocks,

the extension of my hand

directed by a movement

drawn in sequence to your own mouth

insistent upon my own,

tongues twirling,

 

Would you then find your center

to come alive for the beauty of such is

a delicious notion

while your eyes

turned to the sea

to allow my own waves of desire

let us drift toward some

long forgotten island of

sweet sensuality …

 

would you imagine while I did begin.

A Certain Air

Oh one might suggest

yet time,

a knowledge

some would say

her own reveal

design the layout

a lifestyle leaves envious

an anxious onlooker.

 

Yet stop a moment

an aroma

the beauty mix of fresh brew

in java and sweet elegance,

for it is there we discover

hers is strong,

we the onlooker

that glance

blessed by such

is real

is woman

is the constant surround of that which we

perhaps weak male

might give solace

rather than shallow demand.

 

For it is hers

this soft mystique

rightful

hers alone …

yours

silent male

is only that of the

welcome traveler,

a privilege

delicate a flower

bloom.

Because I Have Known Love

love

I will write to the words and the dreams,

I’ll find solace in feeling this is real,

the notes in my melody,

the wit, spoken, felt in a good phrase,

a sunny morning,

the frost on winter’s edge,

all beautiful reminders of that which is

her.

 

In a quiet meadow,

I can see two lovers

the breeze tangling their hair

so the onlooker has no possibility

of witnessing that love

their eyes share together

in the autumn sky,

watching time say good bye.

 

I once knew a woman,

she once told me,

we were in love

we knew the travels ahead

would send us down different paths

and yet,

we struggled through the high brush,

for each time we were lost

our eyes

would meet again, traversing a sweet terrain.

 

Because I have known love, I have witnessed a reckoning,

a butterfly on a soft shoulder leaves me envious in a kiss


~ finding my way, a personal journey

to Zelda with love


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