I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

On Woman

Silent Yearn

though the day be long

precious heart may now belong

let her smile, sweet song

Waking to Song

I woke to their singing


your stories of how song

connected our lives

their calls

across the avenues

of our quiet dreams.

I waited …

Truth Is Love

music plays quiet reminder

body and soul does yearn

a want to feel presence

yet silent recall

is his only calculate device.


woke to a familiar scene

long thrown hair danced

upon his chest in rest

she stretched alongside

skin upon skin

white linen shroud.


he does hold on to the vision

the ‘nook’ a descriptor

she gave him with sweet smile

her lips upon his

passion unbridled

he does stir in his alone.


She is his truth.


Touch Think


I do wish my hands
her yearn
tells me so
perhaps she only suggests
beauty how I linger to feel
my palm
cause her needing
she waits, she arches, she feels
might be a wanton need
oh let me man’s
want fulfill
caress human condition
Is love a wanton

Wake With a Smile

Quite some time has passed,

when my eyes might open,

and this feeling of love,

all I needed,

began my morning,

sunlight drifting in

suggesting no timeline

only memory

of what is love

her love

her beauty and elegance

that which does

drive my words,

drive me to want to yearn,

give me a certain drive

to find more reason to create

those moments,

those soft, gentle reminders,

of what it is,

she can bring to my life,

in just a glance,

a smile,

a look across the room with

parted lips,

it is that simple peace …

Oh how cherish to wake knowing

she has taught me love like no one other.

While Missing The Nook


This place,

she once described,

brought a certain pleasure

to my state of mind.


Us together,

holding one another,

protective of our fears,

able to see the beauty.


I held you close

like the lyrics

of a favorite ballad,

a perfect fit to a state of mind.


And then recently,

she told me the remembrance,

this memory I hold,

would forever minimize my meaning.


I wish for that ‘nook’

that moment I want back,

want to hold you,

feel your breathing,


long before the gasp …

Under The Same Moon

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artist – Lee Zimmerman