time seems a distance
yet wait would forever be
we revisit chance
There was this time,
I wanted her,
she looked my way,
I imagined how we might,
find our way,
a stretch would indicate a desire,
or perhaps only a need for comfort
beyond the alluring eyes of
For that is my design,
I am that set of eyes,
lustful and wanting,
wishing somehow she might
acknowledge or rather …
For a smile is always a lovely occasion.
There is this haunting reality,
when needing a listen,
can generate remarkable feelings,
those we wish to know
only in the quiet of our own
When silence turns toward forever,
the waiting is a song of
a parting of ways,
will now begin a string
of new reality.
Though the heart feels wrenched
by society in its innocuous rule minding
where one loves,
we might always find solace
one did adventure toward
the beauty of her quiet promise,
the beauty of her,
the spiritual nature of
I stand before a world of smiles and forgotten dreams,
they all adjust,
beyond the sacred response
to losing time,
the time of our …
begin to fade with the anxiety
left behind to dissuade,
the realistic lover.
Oh it’s true, not simply a mockery
we often appear to be more cagey
I’ve carried the wounds of childhood,
in order to find comfort in that I would.
This life I lead is sometimes a travesty
I hurt people to benefit me, simplicity.
A long time ago, she seemed to agree
yet still today I haven’t a place to be.
I live in a bubble some might decide
if pierced life would surely need subside.
Yet, somehow I maintain an integrity
one that surely lives on in subtlety.
She is the maker of my dreams I swoon
though it is me shatters imagery too soon.
I wonder about this state of mind tonight
is it really all that matters or that might.
I can feel my body is resolute with despair
I cannot move from this place to there.
I wish that I could feel a sense of response
to rather know the pain than cause a ponce
I’m a quiet man inside my lonely mind
there’s far too much memory to remind.
I hope that time might heal the pain I cause
for as much as time for me does give pause.
I love to know that my life here does exist
for the need to disappear I then might resist.
I wonder the fragrance of her hair,
when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,
Let me breathe in your sense
before you leave me forever.
For it is that permanence
occurs every time I say good bye
Today I have been watching time
wishing only some sign,
an indication that tells me I am not crazy,
that this is real,
the ache I feel is the response to losing her.
I wanted summer to be alive with love,
a shower of affection like a late summer rain,
the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,
kissing each other in the constance
of a watery memory,
the times we would together,
flatter each other
with a certain elusive desire.
Yet it is today I stand
I wonder how much longer she can
let my need to share sensual dreams
her being by my side,
the scent of her,
stays in my mind,
We design a fantasy,
the essence of care, desire, a want,
the imagination can begin,
a simple notion of touch,
and my own body does respond, my hands reach,
I wish for yours in the moment,
only option I have is to hope yours might be the same,
I know where my touch would be,
every inch, every aspect of a gasp
your utterance directs my need,
it is my own, only in tandem with satisfying
We didn’t plan this,
words familiar to the ideal,
two lives in separate worlds,
a correspondence, a fire,
a reasonable time to remember,
is all we suddenly recall,
when tonight, we wander,
separate minds in a similar spell.
Fantasy alone brings wild results,
a yearn for reality
make allowance for time,
a touch, a soft gentle caress,
a swift imagination would become,
that certain urgency to know,
to feel eyes upon eyes,
lips to taste the nectar
a careful abandon,
When last I held you close,
we did a passionate dance,
your breath heavy, gasps apparent,
did we play the night for the longer minutes,
when both our bodies felt the need,
to find more time.
We would with just a trace,
skin alive in a sudden fury,
could we travel the miles
in caution a moan, might my desire
ever seek taste in the serene atmosphere,
of only your sweet sensuality.
We can each time reinvent
in the privacy of our trepidation,
open doors to wander,
inside the lives
where in a delicious motion,
our bodies, our needs, do meet,
do reach levels.