FREEDOM
The freedom to go left instead of right,
To go hard or to go light.
The freedom to toil, to sweat, to grind,
To leave the grind behind.
The freedom to escape the grey,
To find another way.
The freedom to go where you didn’t go yesterday,
Or to go there again today.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
IT ONLY TAKES
An unspoken answer to an unasked question
Not even a thought , just a suggestion
Not even a kiss, just the space
Between your lips and mine.
It only takes a lifetime for a mind to run and blood to thicken
But It doesn’t take a finish-line for you my pulse to quicken
Not even expectation , just the sensation
Between your lips and mine
It only takes a glance to go behind your eyes
Behind the grace and beauty that time one day denies
Not just desire , just the drive to be together
Between your lips and mine
It only took a fleeting glance behind to turn the wife of Lot to salt
But It only takes a little faith to see beyond the fault
Not for need or satisfaction ,just a magnet of attraction
Between your lips and mine.
It only took coincidence , you might call it fate
But it takes the whole of history a moment to create.
Not even time, just the energy of being
With your lips pressed on mine
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
Coincidence of two minds,
The natural desire of humankind.
Life parallels, poetry, philosophy and serendipity in action.
Chance meetings, knowing looks, perhaps a chain reaction.
To look into another's eyes stirs feelings so intense,
A true reflection of my soul it seems in every sense.
The rebel within discards the well meant words of caution,
The risks versus positives all considered in proportion.
No expectations, need or greed.
Love, honesty and goodwill are my creed.
To live just once a life lived well is all my spirit wishes.
To share that gift and share my soul delivered with tip-toe kisses.
How wonderfully intoxicating and often rare to find,
the curious beginnings of the coincidence of two minds.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
The dreams which wake me whilst all around me sleep,
a sudden jolt from slumber by the thoughts within me deep.
Memories of times gone by, the laughter and the tears,
Unlocked and unforgiving, now playback all the years.
Past, present and the future all thrown into the mix,
Now stirred by angered words unspoken or the lovers passionate kiss.
The dreams which wake me whilst all around me sleep,
Experiences shared which made us smile or weep.
The beginning and ending of lives, celebrations and sorrow,
Our snapshot family photographs now precious to tomorrow.
The dreams which wake me, whilst all around me sleep,
tell me 'check the children', slumbering, whilst watching Angels keep.
Safe and resting peacefully, not a sound they squeak, yet still the dreams they urge me, 'take a reassuring peek'.
The dreams which wake me whilst all around me sleep,
craving for another's arms to wrap tight my sobbing heap.
These dreams tell nonsense stories, vivid, frightening and incomplete,
But, these dreams do not know me, that I am strong,
this one they will not beat.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
The temptation of 'Adesso' requests at the tip of my tongue,
for use only when the gaps in-between seem too long.
Distracted again, by the halves at the top and the bottom.
You have questioned my preference more than once, but not often.
To confirm, alone now with thoughts of our conversations drawing me wandering back.
I'm intrigued by you, your mind...to me, the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Thoughts of you leave me lust inebriated,
over two-drink- tipsy and intoxicated.
Longing for my next fix as an addict with no desire to be rehabilitated.
Looking through these green eyes of mine.
You leave me nowhere inside to hide.
'Mischievous' I am told, is my soul, This is true but to love and be loved is my foundation goal.
A soul, honest and kind, a life of monotony is not that which I strive.
This spirit of mine on fire and alive.
Complicated is how you described your soul,
the layers of which I am intrigued to unfold.
Clear and somehow familiar to me.
Not complicated but simple, I love what I see.
A soul perhaps needing T.L.C.
A brain I am told which reduces to Brie.
Clear AND complicated...both are right it seems.
I shall not dwell that despite the cautious words when together I have spoken,
with each written word now shared, so to increases my vulnerability of being broken.
Experiencing tenderness so sincere and real.
Unfamiliar to me, an exquisite ideal.
Whether each moment together is coincidental or predetermined,
Led by my heart, body and soul is the only way to be certain.
Adesso bello, now close your eyes.
Succumb to thoughts of my fingertips tracing your thighs.
Pull me in close again tight,
safe in your arms for the rest of the night.
The coincidence of bodies, rare like the coincidence of minds.
Love and lust...the purest natural desires of human kind.
Adesso, such a powerful word on the tip of my tongue,
for use only when the gaps in-between seem too long.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
Cocooned safely in your arm chrysalis,
The perfection that is 'a butterfly kiss'.
Unconditional love expressed from within,
Delivered by eyelashes fluttered gently on skin.
Warmed wings now unfolding and visible to eye,
Infinite spectrum of colours, an explosion of dyes. Ready for flight.
Love, future dreams and wishes
I promise you always, my butterfly kisses.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC