When the rains began to fall,
was she at all curious,
did she know
I would be right here,
where it is I always want to be,
this place, one night,
the first time,
when her eyes opened
to see him standing there,
laying next to her,
cradling every aspect of whom she might be,
in the moment,
in the quiet of a
Easier this way,
a silent low
wishful in some secondary manner
allows the primary
to forget just where reality belongs.
Oh to have that passage,
the one where
all worry, concern or reason
would suddenly matter
not at all.
Too far beyond the norm
to have to wonder
if there were reason to ever want
to belong with …
She is the beauty in his mind,
as the haze will eventually,
leave no remind
beyond the initial recall
fade to black.
The stars do come alive
stretch across the horizon,
I lay back to imagine
she might wish the same
upon a streaming light
our eyes could feel the night.
We are miles and themes away
that close sense a fantasy
perhaps suffice to know the real
yet in this space a yearn
find the universal center
that place where we together breathe.
It is true we do believe
in a righteous state of mind,
a heartfelt memory holds grace
while worlds away we join the race.
In the quiet bliss eyes do find
love toward we both rewind.
Oh to know the stars do carry a soul
will cross inside our world of dreams.
Consider shadows in stealth street lit form,
their evident stance, posture, motion seen
we are all habitual,
all players in a scheme.
The physical traits of our realities easily found
on a calm summer night, an evening walk.
Yet it is the surreal nature of a moonlit stroll,
that place in our dreams offers a mystique
whereby candlelights and cobblestone combine,
the breeze is always like an autumn rain,
the shadows belong to the romantics
who decide their lives are better in natural light.
There is this wood I remember,
not too distant from the city lights,
yet enough to allow starlit magic
to be a guide,
when love decide,
two hearts will travel inside their dream.
I wish to be there with you now,
forever never letting go,
so that when tears would rain,
my eyes would yours compel,
and we would our own shadows know.
I choose the highlands
that reach toward the sky,
I live to know the heights
where my soul might linger
in a sweet peace of this world,
where it is I am in destiny,
the travels of my mind.
I know so little of what is time,
can only wish and dream perhaps
there might be a delight in line
for all of our heart felt agony.
I wonder often of failure
how the remark contains me
if it were just only a test
a limitless horizon of humanity
would it be so powerful then
once I might understand pathways.
I was once a child of a decade
where screen doors and trails,
soft breeze and playful friends
hot summers and weekend skis
the wisp of romance quite vivid
in the eyes of an older sib.
I remember then when life
could be as transparent as
the picture window in my home.
What happened to muddy the glass,
where is when I did suddenly
come to terms with losing idyllic
prayer and spiritual guidance?
How did I get to be so critical
of simply my own sacred humanity?
Why is it when I wake in the morning sun
my dreams become a starker reality,
a place where hope and beauty
always measured, isn’t a natural
course of my day’s mechanics?
I was watching you one evening
the music pounding my ears,
my body writhing to the rhythm,
yet you miles away in the heights
celebrating love, exploding sensuality
if I could lift my heart to you
like the potion driven magic
of my favorite never found chemist,
might I then find my peak,
while settling into ethereal arms
of passion and grace, would I with a smile
glance upon that valley of my dreams.
*photo credit – allen parseghian
While away the day with me,
we’ll create our own world together,
you and me,
on a sunny day in a midwestern haze,
Let’s take a drive and watch the world evolve
me and you
we wanted to imagine a world inside a castle
designs to take us away
we were cool
that day in the summer a breeze we felt
holding court letting fantasy tease our lives
I love you
in your eyes I could feel a desire, a special
lightning with every glance, and yet her world
only to ourselves as we wandered through time
wishing this would be our cruiser beyond today
dropping off our desire with a slow hopeful stroll
we could have left that day and never returned
you love me
I couldn’t know the desire we would some day
wonder about the what ifs of everyman’s wish
be still now
time’s remedy has allowed this memory to return
we left our nostalgic dreams in safe-keeping
can you hear me?
The notion he is gone, with her,
I talk of future moves,
he is gone,
no longer the security
I awaken with her nearby
I touch her shoulder, she gasps,
not making decisions away,
bury my mouth inside her legs,
tongue her beauty,
she is here moaning,
I can feel her build,
I never do understand just why she left,
everything is a blur,
ice rink with easy grasp,
cousin sitting by my side,
I realize I won’t
see my son the same way,
only one sun today.
I continue drawing circles around your clit with my tongue,
my fingers are inside of you,
I have advanced slowly, sort of
edging you …
whenever I realize I cannot understand just why,
no phone calls,
and then when I awaken, I find myself chuckling,
I’ve been inside you the entire time.