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.

Posts tagged “sweet

Her Quiet


He knows it well,

waits,

wants to feel her wander,

for it always

left him

with a smile.


May Flower


alone girl

I might imagine
find you,
wish for that moment
when in the quiet
she would
you
sit soft
fresh spring matting
remind me again
how much did we share
love
in the cool
natural
setting is our earth
May flowers
bloom sorrows


I Woke In Retrospect


rest

photo – pinterest


She’s resting now,

she told me so,

and I will quiet

imagine her soft breath

in the sweet respect of afternoon.

 

I wake in mornings,

wishing for just that,

to have her near me,

to wake to her slumber,

to quiet watch her even gasps.

 

I woke in retrospect

this morning wanting

as does my passion every

waking moment,

wish to know, to have, to hold

 

her love in my arms …


When I Reach


I find you,

though I know,

I can sense when you wake,

my eyes will be

a shine

in a twilight mystery.

 

Yet it is simple solution,

a smile,

an imagined caress,

soft is the felt strands of peace

when mystique begins

a warm, constant sensation.

 

Oh to be in your arms,

to hold you,

to offer solace in the midst

of human clarity.

 

Oh to love, when moments ask

in quiet reckoning.


This Posture


Like yesterday, perhaps in the moment,

a gasp

to the naked eye,

such is beauty,

inherent in the persona

of a lover in her privacy.

 

Only quiet reminders

might recall,

such is the treasure will

a woman

behold upon a man,

sweet delight is mystique.

 

If forever could suggest,

a posture,

a pose,

a need to expression,

then while the world evolves,

would my heart be held in hers.

 

We will remember the moment

sweet demeanor is passionate notice.


I Wanted To Ask Her


When the sunlight streamed

upon auburn hair,

I watched

she stepped in with dignity,

I noticed.

She glanced around,

a sweet dishevel,

learning stranger’s posture,

in a matter of moments.

 

We all noticed of course,

yet it was me,

in my silent revelry,

I couldn’t help but smile,

I was smitten for awhile.

 

In that brief glance,

in the matter of a time,

beyond our planned imagination,

one could not realize

the impact such delightful grace,

would now carry me through

the passages of time,

in a different world,

one I would choose to dream,

with auburn hair,

in her the sunlight streamed.


Lives Travel


To be so close,

a step in this direction,

a quiet moment of reflection,

to know nearby,

an energy,

hers,

her grace and subtle tear,

so very poignant, apparent,

a purposeful posit of love.

 

Two cosmic travels ago,

we did our lives intersect,

that moment,

the visual notice of each other,

in a familiar setting,

so close,

enough to reach and touch each other’s

long quieted soul.

Oh, to know that moment

has changed my world forever,

in that eternal schema

of what is matter,

and how does chance include

the absolute of our

sweet reckoning.

 

I am here,

as are you,

always,

my heart intersects the lines of sweet

innocence plays the strings of our lives.