In Other Words

In other words…

We have traveled many roads together
a roadmap of our design tracing earth’s curves
as I trace hers with my touch
along the way picking up parcels of life…
reminders of where we have been, things we have done
and as I reflect
I recall mountains climbed and colors seen
our life taking on the wondrous landscape

With every touch she brings me further back to life
and like the great oak I find
my love for her anchors more deeply…
we are one…
time apart passes like cold molasses through an hour glass as
anticipation grows for our reunion
rituals we have made
sharing ourselves and our time
port shared mouth to mouth, sleeping skin to skin…
she is now a part of me
her voice, her presence, her touch
my salvation
as thoughts of her turn to smiles
and I realize my dreams are a reflection of my life
a life made better.

My cup of life always full
warmth, happiness, comfort, pleasure, love
my life now complete
a long road traveled with many stops along the way
we have walked many miles together
and when we can walk no more
we will sit, and marvel at all we have done…
the autumn of our lives
rich with color.


Life in Black and White

So many meanings does this have
of people’s color, of right and wrong…
so set are we, we cannot see
past the surface of things
missing so much

Rose colored glasses add only illusion
a disguise for how we perceive
as we fool only ourselves;
cast in concrete our beliefs
all that could be escapes us

Easels offer what could be…
a sample of what is
if we would only acknowledge
there is more than status quo
a rainbow awaits us.

The Things We Do

Actions always speak louder than words
all leaving messages
from the flagrant to the finite
from the rough to the gentle
careful we must be when
speaking with our actions.

There is a time when our actions
are thought out and deliberate
leaving little room for misunderstanding…
a show of feelings and emotions.

to find those electrodes
setting of uncontrollable pulses
leaving nothing to chance
with intent to please our partners
a show of love and closeness…

The things we do.

The Box

Like a prized possession
I kept it in a shoebox
away in a corner
hidden out of sight…
but without checking
how could I know
that like a fine brandy
it would grow richer with time.

Remembering her
I dug it out
handling it so carefully
blowing off the dust
wondering what I might find inside.
A quick peek
to satisfy my curiosity…
now I am blind.

Like a huge explosion
white light saturates my eyes,
my mind vibrates from concussion,
deaf, I cannot hear
making clear thought impossible
yet I press on
in a callous and thoughtless way.

What damage have I done…

Sight, sound, and thought
slowly return.
I see and understand
what I could not before
and tremble at the thought
that all might be lost.

My thoughts
like a broken record play;
what damage have I done…
what damage have I done…
what damage have I done…

A Bad Mix

I stir the pot of relationship
at a slow speed at first
not wanting to cause further damage
and notice
when I stop
I can still see the layers
that keep separated
the parts of the whole.

And I realize
there is more to blending
then gently stirring things up.

Not understanding fully
the chemistry of relationships
I apply the mixer at a higher speed
wanting to bring things together
into a silky smooth batter, and find
the stirring only conceals the problems
by hiding them in the whole
spoiling the untainted.

Ecstasy Revisited

As she lay before me
eager for my touch
and I eager to touch her
I am overwhelmed…
having tasted her love before
excitement grows within me;
my loving her
so pleasing to both.

Passionate kisses…
the fire within me grows
my lips upon her neck ignites her.
Enjoying her favours
bringing pleasure to both…
each wanting more.

I have tasted her
and she rewards me…
sound and movement build…
a shiver runs through her
as she shares herself with me.
So fulfilling for me
pleasing her
as the bond between us tightens.


Nudes in Wiesbaden, Germany

Nudes in Wiesbaden, Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She asks me why I love her
and what I see in her
and I smile;
such riches in one
is a rare thing.

If I could build a woman,
a partner to be
complete in all things important
I would love her
for she would be my living dream.

A mind
filled with knowledge
with skill to engage
in meaningful conversation.
Open, honest, and sincere;
such fertile ground on which to grow.
Serious and funny balance each other.
With many interests
both large and small things pleasing.
Family ties not to be broken;
blood, as important as air and water.
Face, hair, and body
so perfect to me.
It is my dream in living flesh.

This dream is not new
and I have tried to fit
women into this pre-cast mold;
but when the excitement of newness
fell by the wayside
the dream remained unfilled…
there is an emptiness in me.

But she has lived for many years
in my most inner sanctums;
a pourage of heart, emotion, and feelings
seasoned by all things important…
a feast of mind and body
feeding mind and body.
How can I not love her?