Missing the twinkle.

      Missing the twinkle.

Sitting alone,
But, it’s as if somehow,
You’re sitting beside me here.
The echo of your fragrance
Pulls at me and
Desire moves deeper,
Than I’d have imagined it could.
Peace a perfect concept,
Flawed if not being shared,
Once I basked
Beneath your glow,
The eyes of your belief,
Filling my empty chair,
As if you ever remained.
Smiles that cannot be forgotten,
A magic that will not be forgiven,
And I am back
To the place where miracles
Throw me to the floor.

Sitting alone,
But, you’re ever on my mind,
Something keen and aware,
A beauty rare, hard to find.
The resonance of mystery,
A connection from times gone bye,
And still as if the ether
Was favouring my yearnings,
You remained whole, full of life,
As the sparkle of love,
That is twinkling in my eye.
I’m forever indebted, truly alive,
For the hope you’d carried here,
Filling all of my senses
And leaving dreams to come.
I believe, this law a flora
Of bouquets bathed in fragrance
Will save me yet again,
When the day is fully done.

Sitting alone,
But, the peace comforts me,
She alone can open Nirvana,
To boldly go beyond the bounds,
Where my love be set free.
Every movement, I’ve memorised,
The details keep me on fire,
Simple, fluid and full of grace,
Continuing to incite raw desire.
But as the evening approaches,
I wonder how we’ll be,
Safe, secure and deep in love,
When mysteries are being told.
Jupiter and Isis of the dream,
Will come to please me here,
For I have wanted the comfort,
That is kept within her smile.
Surely I can be forgiven this,
Being the twinkle in her eyes!!

Breaking Silence.

      Breaking Silence.

Oh mercy, please call on me,
For a respite from this pain,
I’ve woken in a sweat, silence,
Because of her image, yet again.
Those eyes, a gateway to her soul,
Piercing my core with wild desire,
Fixing me in her sights, aware
Of setting me on blessed fire.

The dawn comes so sweetly,
Yet I’ll not have rested well,
Throughout the nights my torture,
Drives me constantly through hell.
Beauty held in such abundance,
Fills me to this pure distraction,
I wonder would she save me,
If she understood my deep attraction?

Chilled, this waking of dreams,
Only the silence covers me now,
In the tempestuous glowing light,
That dreams of her alone, allow.
How I’ve loved her smile,
And the breath she felt within,
Pleasures far beyond the reason,
Where the silence becomes deafening.

Whom, but we the sacred lovers,
Would hear the sunrise ringing?
Risen from slumbers weary passage,
To hear the choir of heaven singing!
On this blanket bathed in dawn,
I sense her presence touching me,
Calling me to hold her safely,
So her light and love can be set free.

I hold the moments sacred,
And have come to sense divine,
Breathing sallow in the knowledge,
One day she’ll soon be mine.
Stars align with heavenly bodies,
To fill the world with peace,
And in this stillness, calm arrives
To give me her sweet release.

Seconds pass and yet I pause,
For I’ve heard her call my name,
Across the void and space unfolding,
We’ve come to know we are the same.
So still, the beauty beckons me,
To go beyond the bounds of time,
It echoes promise of pure delight,
If we’d come to share the divine!

A bolt from the blue.

   A bolt from the blue.

Something beautiful,
Truly the work of destiny,
A way back into love,
Space for hearts to know,
Pleasure brought into the forum
Of reality far beyond idle dreams.
The taste of fate on fire
Has filled my eyes with desire,
And you have become mine,
Beyond the taste of mortal pain,
When you smiled at me, yet again.
So don’t let the blue eyes fool,
For they could not know you,
As I have wanted this direction,
Built on knowing true love,
A way back into your heart.

Someone amazing,
Walked into my empty world,
Carried upon the bluest clouds,
Singing songs of destiny so very loud,
And enchanting everything alive,
Rendering hope if it should survive.
That moment ‘twas of you,
The benevolence and adoration
Held on a perfect face and in
Such deep set child like eyes,
Bringing wonder to my darkest skies.
The lightening bolt took me,
Burned in frazzled tiny little bits,
Starring at you and your perfect
Lips, could I kiss you darling,
Could I taste amazing lips?

Somehow delirious,
These moments in your arms,
Feeling the pulse of romance,
The desire to know you whole,
Dancing here, soul to blessed soul,
On a storm of electric blue.
If only you knew the power,
Of the smiles you grace on me,
Delivering hopes of sunshine days,
Where love between us melted,
All my fears and pains away.
If I dared speak of you aloud
Call your name in fond affection,
I would be no longer mortal,
For I’d expire, surely to see
The pleasure of love, held in perfection….

And then despair.

  And then despair.

How does this feeling
Move beyond the lack of hope?
Too many reasons persist,
I’m not sure that I’ll cope.
In a nutshell, I’m alone,
Caught in no mans land again,
Praying for a miracle,
To help to ease this pain.
It’s not your fault,
Please don’t worry to be unkind,
This is totally self-inflicted,
Such is the evidence you’ll find.
I have wanted something
That is not mine to touch,
And I have given reason,
For I love you so very much.
On the breath of winter,
I have seen a touch renew,
Everything I dared to dream,
Come true because of you!

Reflecting the Rhythm.

      Reflecting the Rhythm.

It doesn’t seem to matter,
How many times I try,
Forgetting how your smile
Made me ache,
Seems abhorrent, worse than a lie.

Watching from this distance,
I see such phenomenal beauty,
Am I sane to ignore
The evident fascination,
Accept as reward this lovely booty?

The day spent here together,
Is not one I can forget,
Believing in loves’ karma
Fills my spirit,
Since the day we first met.

Carried ‘pon the winds of change,
You blew into my mind,
Essence of everything become divine
Holds my attentions,
As I feel your softness behind.

Rapture brings my world alive,
I feel in you is resting grace,
Everything I see you do
Is of love,
And puts this smile upon my face.

Sweetheart, you’re reflecting the rhythm,
In such ways I cannot ignore,
Hold my hand and kiss my heart,
Just say yes,
And discover how I want you more!

I hold this Dream.

                I hold this Dream.

Full of grace, I see light,
For in the eyes of love
Comes a smile to bring me hope,
And in the dawn of my day,
You are arriving to show me,
How desire can be forgiven.
My mind just will not cease,
From thinking of how you glow,
Of how the scent reaches my nostrils
And the warmth of your touch
Has breathed a breath of belief,
That I may not suffer alone.
But still I reveal to you
Nothing that would show my hand.
For that would be to dream
As Icarus, who wanted the Sun,
The iridescent candle of desire,
A place where no mortal survives.

 

Danger awaits he who wants,
Fulfillment breeds only the angst,
An unsettling reward in the stomach,
Where betrayal of the passion,
Has often led to despair
And a denial of all that is holy.
What man could crave the flesh,
And not be consumed by it?
Falling into this radiant space,
Both refreshing and liberating love,
And mocking that freedom, below
The weight of a guilty pleasure.
In my heart is the notion,
Of loving love beyond any boundary,
Of taking your hands in mine,
Of holding the light of love itself.
I hold the dream I’ve dreamed,
Despite the odds, despite the wisdom,
For not to have dreamed of you,
Would not have been a life worth living!

A Prize Fool.

          A Prize Fool.

Who do I fool,
Is it me, myself and I ?
For in the eye of a storm
You could have not a clue,
For my constant inquiry of you,
Could you, indeed would you ?

Innocent as the driven snow,
I see no fault, no aberration,
Not a simple flaw of the beauty,
That is before me here today,
Something love tells me I,
I alone must continue to adore.

So lovely are your eyes,
They sparkle with the gift,
The magical soul of the world,
Force beyond a simple affection,
A power to enable desire, more
The element of undivided attention…

You would hardly share submission,
I dare to dream of kissing you,
 Filling your heart with the flame
With love and affection in thy name,
And take you to the edge
If only you could feel the same.

Nothing stronger than this feeling,
A long time has passed alone,
Since my wanting, the undoubted
Craving, brought me to this place,
Where the image of perfection,
Was shining forth for me to face.

But, I may never know,
I’ll struggle here to fight myself,
Save decorum and uphold convention
Whilst I look upon my heaven,
For I’m in love with you,
Did I say it or forget to mention ?

Meditating on Love

       Meditating on Love

Worlds, the strangest reflections
Of all majesty, contained in motion,
Light, life, power, loss, darkness, pain,
And all the reasons of despair.
Why is there so much violence?
Why is there an abundance of greed?
Why do people want to be as gods?
And why have we not spoken before?
Upon the scales we have been weighed,
Deficient in ways of real love,
Poor has been our track record of care,
As if something broke within our hearts.
So much selfishness daily flows here,
So little response to the wasteful ideology,
I just cannot comprehend the thoughts,
That pay men to do their worst crimes.

Something has gone awry and fled,
For this hateful disregard to be born,
And for each one of us to disregard,
The love which could breathe so much more.
So certain am I that this is all part,
Of the experiments with love we display,
For an understanding of how love works,
So that we could ultimately be free.
Nothing makes perfect sense to me here,
Except it all has to be of perfection,
For love to be held as the force behind
Every molecule of all that can be seen.
Without love we would all be lost,
Nothing would have been done or conceived,
For the vacuum would repel all of life,
And every reason to have been at all.

Temperance.

        Temperance.

As full, the sun brings its’ light
To fill, the world I know blinding,
Unable to see, the places I go
Are all now new as was the dawn,
When time made amends for love.

Romance was like nothing on earth,
Love knew only, the feeling to
Explore on so many levels hidden,
Whereupon all could be then revealed,
In the eyes of observant majesties.

Unable to predict the miracles
Of sound, breath, deliverance and hope,
The power that was, became replete
Always to be known for a virtue,
The amazing love of our choosing.

All at once, so much laughter
Broke forth and caressed desire,
A people knowing through experience
Just what wealth they’d have in store,
And joy beyond a pure imagination.

Law a thought so beautiful,
Yet as yet unknown to the world,
Would capture the total essence
Of a desire, a reflection, a power
To go beyond the bounds of love itself...

Not so much as a word.

Not so much as a word.

Empty, the echoes of cravings,
Simply, not enough for savings,
Where, have you fallen so silent,
Tragic, the emptiness feeling so violent.

Party, to give only empty embrace,
Cruel, the lack of jovial face,
Mind, gone mad to be heard,
You, seem something more absurd.

Reasons, the silence comes to agree,
Laughing, sinister, malicious to me,
Stolen, the chance for holding you,
Hopeless, a frozen wasteland on view.

Pale, the moonlight exposing regret,
Fallen, from the day when we met,
Holding, the candle to open my heart,
Sensing, the end, long before the start.

Battle, to hold onto the dream,
Dazed, with not much to glean,
Bowled, into the oncoming storm,
Never, allowing a sense of the norm.

Closed, the gates into your world,
Lost, a clue to what has unfurled,
Beaten, down to a place in the dirt,
Bleeding, to stop from getting more hurt.

Sanctions, that never slay my demons,
Clarity, that cannot endure my reasons,
Deft, the silence of you I have heard,
Listening, yet not so much as a word!

My little Red Book

                    My little Red Book

Secrets held, but not
Made secret, here the
Words fall off thy tongue,
All is bright and wonderful,
For the thoughts I have,
Are made of so much fun.
Lips are made to taste,
The delights of kissing,
I believe that mine, would
Bring you to a peaceful heaven.
One of rapture, pure excitement
And where you shake
From head to toe, for the
Passion we’d make abundant,
On the bed of love,
We would come to know…
On these pages, oozes a
Kind of magic, felt as
Wanting with thine eyes,
You are held in true adoration,
As my hands slip up
Your thighs, and touch the
Place where gold is melted,
Reaching heaven below the skies.
Records show it may not
Matter, just how quick, the
Time must fly, for indeed
I hold your spirit, mine
As everybody knows.
Tall and gifted by the essence,
How I feel the peace
In you, rigid to the point
Of capture, you would know a
Sense of how I’m bold…

Time cannot run at the rate of my mind…

Time cannot run at the rate of my mind…

The waiting is not always easy,

Some part of me gets lost

You see, in between the pale

Moon rising, and the time when

I know you’re not expecting me.

Panic is the way to reach me,

Said the man who had no clear

View, so what the hell is wrong

With wanting? It’s not as if you

Had no real idea or itsy bitsy

Tiny little clue, how my eyes

Can no more wander, since

They set their sights on you.

I’m no fool, but I can offer

All the signs of a top class nut,

Since the bell rang me to dinner,

I’ve eaten nothing quite so filling

As what I see inside of you.

So here again, I have no

Answer, for all my efforts to be

A patient man, would I grieve so

Much if Eros, fled before he brought

Me unto you, fascinated by the

Details of how my arms could

Hold onto you, and feed the

Needing that burns my soul.

Often times the way is balanced

Moreover though, it favours doubt,

What will come and what be

Lost to heaven, when the path

Lead not your way, but out and

Into the far gone hills, a grief

That knows no bounds of healing

When all I ever want is you.!!

Waiting for the day.

Waiting for the day.

Curious thing is this waiting,

Holding back the flood

Of wanting you,

Of holding onto feelings of desire,

Trying to stop the onset,

Of setting myself on fire.

Happiness has been shown space,

To call me awake,

I hold my breath,

Because this waiting fills my soul,

I’m like a cat on hot bricks,

Wondering how we’ll rock and roll.

Amazing blessings you are bestowing,

To feed my heart

With such hope,

Of being near you on that day,

And under the spell

That your magic would bring my way.

Something stirs deep down inside,

Blown out of proportion

Needing a home,

Where the love of everything good,

Is brought to life here,

Paradise and you, being as they should.

Excitement mounts to boiling point,

Exposed in my need

To be with you,

So that balance will return again,

When the waiting is over

We can dance naked in the rain.