Supposed To Be
"A promise..."
Our hearts beating together In a rhythm as old as time My body cradles yours As it pulses deep within mine I hold you close to me Not wanting this to end When I am within your arms It is...
Love Poems
Stripped
"Desperate for her love"
Lying here alone The dark feels so heavy and cold I can feel all of my insides so ripped out and torn The air is thick with my pain and despair I need you to hold me I need you...
That night we didn't realize,We were making memories,While finding our Utopia.Lounging in the green grass,Under the twinkling stars,That blanketed the sky.Hours passed by as weHeld hands and talked aboutOur love, our lives, our future.So many unspoken promises.I knew right then...
I'm sitting looking at my lap top,But yet not really seeing it.My mind is racing through The many conversations we've had.Some long andSome just a hello, how are you.I've only known you a short time.Yet it seems like I've known...
The touch is soft right now,as some loving caresses must be,the familiar length of a bodyfragmented between worlds,cradled and warm in the dark.I think this is when you are the most beautiful,never entirely still,motionless would befar too much to bear.You...
InnocenceIn a worldly woman Of just a certain age. Some see a girl.Some see a woman.Some see what they want to see. I've never really seen her.Online friendships are defined by the innocent anonymity.And her worldly innocenceIs so compellingTo me....
Compass
"A small poem about a compass"
Life is a thirty two point compass, all heading in different ways. You make the choices that you do and live like this your days. Each decision leads another thirty two, because you can always then go back. But the...
Will she remember me.
"Knowing it is ending"
It is 3:17 in the morning. As the moonlight casts it dim glow thought my windowI reach out to the emptiness beside me. Craving to touch her warm body. My ears aching for the sweet sound of her gentle breathing....
Tree. Oak tree.Strong but gentle. Holding the young vibrant songsters in spring.Alone in the valley.A valley filled with lupines.Where once we shared a life.It could have been paradise on earth.It was.Long ago.When we were young.Young and innocent.And vibrant.Sitting beneath that tree.When it...