I am a candle
in the kiss of your Presence
paving the way
musical and divine
the heart breaks open
amid its flickering beauty
“become a part of me!”
My heart lands in your palm,
circling and spinning
with gentle force,
longing and union as one;
see, the healer is cured by Love~
I can’t say more…
Will you complete this for me,
in the clandestine words
only we understand?
In every breath,
with each twist and turn,
we feel complete.
It began with a touch,
a smile, a moment shared;
we were unprepared
In the small of my back,
your hand gently rested
Lost looking into eyes,
each movement pulsating.
The warmth of your hand,
Two hearts pounding
to our own movement in time
to this mysterious hypnotic trance.
Lovers going astray
in life's eternal dance.
Look at Me
What do you see?
Please, close your eyes.
Look at me once more.
Now, close your eyes..
Please, look again.
No, close your eyes.
Now may I ask?
What do you see?
Would you think of me?
Entertain my wish,
satisfy this request.
Who do you see?
Charm with a touch,
enchant with a thought.
Relish just one look,
if that would delight.
My longing eyes,
close ever gently.
Caught in memory;
I see you, I smile.
The blades of the fan were lulling her to sleep
as memories of the day invaded any ability to rest.
It had been months since the sandman visited ,
every dream invaded by a lover she forced away.
They were not the people they deemed to be.
deception had destroyed the most painful of loves.
He blamed her; they had both been wrong.
Ironic, he was much older in looks than his picture.
They had met on line destroying each other,
too many assumptions, deceit, duplicity, trickery.
On their final day he had warmed to her again,
knowing it would never last in his judgmental eyes,
she walked out of his life never looking back.
Now married, pregnant and confused her decision
would be to give her babies a better, secure life.
Cancer had damaged her mind, she'd been lost.
Why didn't she love the man who pulled her
from the depths of despair to adore her?
Why was she unable to bond with him, he saved her?
She reminded herself daily of his love, made a home.
What would become of her heart; leaving impossible?
The fan flickered in the light as a soft snore
reminded her of the situation she'd created.
Her thoughts wandered to the past; that love was dead.
Her life had wonderful moments of joy, she was lucky.
Being enamored of a man with sparkling topaz eyes,
was one thing she would choose to forget.
Her eyes were in shock as the words he wrote were read.
Never being sure of his feelings or hers,
a heart which had never healed from the past,
was unable to read emotions, other than frustration.
How does one answer a question she is unaware is being asked?
Early on, hours were spent together just talking
It was her joy in the morning to find him there,
and her frustration; what was she to him?
Sweet words were written; had been received by others,
her mind could not find those which were hers alone.
Disturbed by feelings she had no right to bear;
the habit she had of protecting her heart crept in.
Now she reads, he felt close to her, emotions she feared.
Dare ever feeling she was special, her mind closed.
There was no intent to consciously provoke;
knowledge of his total being was not hers.
Living up to the expectations given to change herself,
backing away was her only choice, he disliked "HER".
It was too painful to continue, why was she always wrong?
In the end there was more pain than pleasure.
Never asking for forever, she asked for respect.
Too much was wrong with her in his eyes;
why would she beg for constant criticism?
She didn't walk away, she was pushed.
It was not his place to make her feel inadequate.
She was given an ultimatum to change or be rejected.
Love, if there was any, warms your heart.
Beg is not a word in the language of lovers.
Respect and trust;
if any was felt for her, recognizing it was impossible.
Will he allow her to have her own emotions,
or once more tell her she is wrong?
She knows not what he wants other than to fix her.
To that she says, "No,"
He was to be her friend, not her parent.
Whether or not acknowledged, he'd been analyzing.
In A Meadow
Con traducción al español
She awakens, remembering the night afore;
As a blade of grass tickles her naked back
a smile appears while eying his buttocks
glistening gloriously in the rising sunlight.
She plays, waking her slumbering desire.
Her willing partner in passion's game stirs.
Smiling, he gathers her beauty. Enticed,
she slides onto his firm countenance.
The burning sun on her back will ease
with the memory of sated satisfaction.
Forever in the Heart
Please never cry for us, we mattered
in a way that God intended us to grow.
In a lesson that forever changed us,
to honor the gifts he gives , whether
they last a lifetime or help us sow
seeds of new expectations, visions
to keep without pain, love that we'll
never be quite the same, held in a
piece of our hearts no one else claims.
Someday our children will wonder
where our thoughts travel back,
to soft whispers in our ears we'll
never erase, we had that feeling,
he let us know what true love should be.
There is no one to blame, only
human frailty and fear that the
risk to our hearts would never mend
for the tear is permanently there.
As humans we're nothing without
love, seeking and longing within,
yet no one is perfect, you told me,
so why does man cease to look.
remember, expecting too
much of the mate he longs for.
Perhaps this is what is called
if we are blessed, the flaws fade,
we never notice , they don't matter,
for all that they hold in their passion
has no place, there are no faults
or imperfections, nothing the
other will see as time moves.
Two entities find one another,
the wrinkles and gray hair all fade.
She's never annoyed when he
leaves her for creamer, if she gains
a few pounds, more to love.
The journey should never be
laborious, painful, trying, hard.
Just knowing he'll come home
with a smile, just because she's there.
True love always communicates,
never holds back , gently asks
questions that lead to pondering.
Reaches out to move past alarm,
honesty is never an issue, fright
that this love can't be true will
never cause trepidation, concern,
restless nights of anxiety.
Distance and fright to be forthwith,
left us with concerns, unable to face.
How could we hold on forever,
when we had never embraced at all?
Our cruelty as each other saw it,
lead to lies and deceit true love
should never feel or receive.
Yet the lessons we learn in this
period ,forever precious in time,
perhaps taught us what we'll need.
You came to me when most needed,
enhanced my life, that I know.
Perhaps in the eyes of our children
we'll remember this time with a smile.
For nights of long conversations,
loving with passion sublime, having
a taste of the joy good love brings,
leaves apprehension behind.
As my belly swells with new life,
my time with you was a treasure.
Perhaps that's why it must be buried,
to let you move on so you will grow.
Perhaps we were not meant forever,
my hair doesn't handle a crown,
but my boys will grow up
knowing love and a mom that matured.
Please let me share these emotions,
perhaps you'll see the truth not the
fears. My humiliation, reaction
caused you great pain I'll regret.
It was love, it was true, it's not lost.
The timing and circumstances
were never on our side. The purpose
is one I finally see, you let out
the better woman I needed to be.
Each day we get a bit stronger, praying
you'll receive what you need, hoping
you'll never forget us, I was real,
it was real, you changed me for the
better, that was the gift we must
never return or not recall.
No regrets permitted.
In the game of love, or is it a game,
her eyes were glued to his white hair, easy style?
Staring at him all day would not be a task;
he noticed her, it had become obvious.
As their voices joined in mellifluous song,
there was electricity which silenced a room.
For weeks conversation was impossible.
They did not speak the same language;she a bit.
Enticed by efforts he made to befriend her,
their relationship grew fast and furious.
The way to her heart was laughter in a weakened time.
Music and giggles began a solid relationship.
Each day the differences in languages mattered less.
They laughed, gestured, drew pictures, smiled.
Desire to be amigos sparked creativity; enlightened.
Romance was not in the picture, timing was wrong.
Common interests, sparks enriching each day;
eased her pain when he appeared in her life.
Her goal was to learn Spanish; however she learned more.
When the personalities and interests of two ignite,
communication becomes natural; Spanish CDs useless.
They fell in love in comfort and happiness.
Inseparable they always spoke the same language.
He said, "I love you," with his eyes; today in English.
No need to learn the word "beso", natural. 'Sigh'.
of mellifluous verse
join me under
Alas your light
does not shine anon.
My journey will
transport this being
to a land where
join my journey
should desire consume.
THE POET'S HEART
The poet's heart
to this lady's ear,
yet men fancy
to woo her
longs to hear.
may entice her,
turn her head,
but whisper words
of Keats, Byron,
play the notes
of the lyrical,
will never end.
my tired toes
for dancing in
Perhaps a better
thought would be
twirling by the
No shoes to pain,
to keep the dance.
Sex and Chocolate
kisses in the bath
hungry heart, mouth
ready to begin again
comfort food for the soul,
Sex and chocolate
writing love poems
on my hot flushed skin.
Mouth warmed chocolate
floats upon the tongue.
Songs from the heart
freed to dance,
swept up in a primal flow.
kisses in the bath.
You smile at me,
lick me clean
beg for more.
I whisper, crooning
my heart wrote
for your ear alone.
mouth ready to begin again
freed to dance,
swept up in a primal flow.
Sex and chocolate,
comfort food for the soul.