Remember me, while music
melts you to understanding.
Sleep, while new planets burn,
and I will be your dream.
~ Gwen Harwood.
to be chosen
to be asked
to be kept.
"Even when she walks one would believe that she dances." - Baudelaire
i will mostly be away until after christmas. i will hold you in my dreams.
the fact that my book of poetry was available on my publisher's site was awesome but there is something about having it available on amazon that is overwhelming... wow...
this is love poetry but not as erotic as some of my pieces here... just so you know.
i would just as soon go without underwear
haiku for the hump day
let me say it please,
while my fingers dance softly
and my body sings.
The words that make the rose bloom were also said to me.
The words told to the cypress to make it grow strong and straight,
The instructions whispered to the jasmine,
And whatever was said to the sugarcane to make it sweet,
And to the pomegranate flowers to make them blush,
The same thing is being said to me.
i see you!!!
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
~ e.e. cummings
i look at the sky but can't see past the clutter of my heart.
in my dreams
you smile at every caress,
inhale every whisper,
exult in every shiver.
sleeping attire... white tank and pale pink thong. you can thank me later.
watch the blowing gray.
touch the inner quiet.
you are loved.
you are a pool of peace.
wait for that true lover
who stirs your soul,
with deep and fervent longing.
the one who truly satisfies.
desire is a funny thing.
i think of you always
but there is no logic involved.
brain and body connected,
“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight” - Vladimir Nabokov.
i hide my heart because it hurts too much to reveal the longing... the slow and bass-toned song is "why".......
where the stars play games
and the sky drops close
onto our entwined bodies.
your mouth on mine
catches the song
that your fingers play
on quaking skin.
my eyes close
and it is all true.
i wish i could use this as my avatar... you notice he is holding her ankle? god have mercy the butterflies.