"Think back, remember..."
Think back one year, exactly one year. Do you remember where we were?Do you recall the tremble inside when our eyes met? Or nervous smiles that asked, Is that you?Do you remember our first embrace? The warmth flooding through us, the instant connection so pure and natural, it simply felt right?Do you marvel at...
"You can't judge a poem by its title."
The moment we’re cut out of the womb… the lies begin. Love. Kindness. Happily ever after. Then, we inevitably scrape our knees. Pain, licks and smacks its lips as it introduces itself. That scar upon our knees serves as a...
"Seeking a mature paramour"
No one wants to kiss me anymore,Now that I am sixty-four,My hair is now gray,But I still roll in the hay,An amorous paramour.No one wants to sex me anymore,I look like an aged troubadour,But inside I’m still randyFor womanly candy,But...
"The things you do for love..."
With a small smile and heart felt sigh, I watched her true self emerge, Not in a physical way, no her inner growth was showing, allowing her soul to purge. The lovely way she jailed her doubt and chained her...
"For my love"
My love for youIs endlessAnd can not be brokenWe're past that nowFar beyondThe words we have spokenOur love is trueSo simpleNo need to even tryMy heart with youNot a choiceNor a question as to whyI long for youNext to meYour...
You've intrigued me, just a little peek and nothing more. There's time for the undoing,the slow crawl of stars edged towards glowing dawnsWhen you'll unlock from meand take the memory of ushaving no beginning or end. Until that early summer...
Gentle archesReddish brown Traced alongThe barest sound As my fingerStrokes your brow Each touch lends strengthTo hope struck down Waxy finishWiry feel You close your eyesAs I set free The wearinessThat chafes your soul A heart so fullIt overflows Then...
"For an Aussie goddess...."
Thoughts of you start With a flicker turned to flame Half a world away, I still feel your touch My heartbeat skips and my pulse races I close my eyes, remembering our last night My hand glides down to rest...
You think passion came from some other bloom, a shivering vinecalling out your name. There is a differencebetween rope and lace, love. Maybe I cannot ignite youthe way that others can, whether it's a matter of fire not blazing bright...
"When you grow weary I'll find you a bed"
In the mellow warm amber of evening's late sun,Like the verdant green vines that round the trunks run,Under a cherry tree in secluded cool shadeOur bodies will weave a labyrinthine braid.Of slow moving limbs that seek only to findCurious hands of...
