Where does it go
that hour
when clocks
go back
or forward?

Does time stop
to welcome
Spring's return,
bidding the
Winter - farewell?

Or, pause
for  Summer's
lease to bring
in Autumn's
early eves?

No: sleep lost
or gained
holds secret
the time
and the hour.

Change as you
may the hands of
watch or clock:
the sundial shadow
falls unaltered.

TOBIAS

He  slides tender
fingers tracing the
trunk of her spine

Leafy robes slip down
limbs bend sighing in
fragrant breeze's drift

Her skin is sylvan
each gesture dares
his every intention

She is pliant in his
palms, her arms are
branches open wide

Reposed inside her bole he  
feels her bend and sway
No storm can fell her.

Her roots spread deep
as deep as her love.

Tobias

Tonight is the night for couplets.
Time for much more than that,
because I am ashore with you
while the rest of the world
leaves on an evening tide.
In moonlight we will surf
on wild incoming waves
of temptation’s delight
lured by siren songs
to an ecstatic night
of performance
****** poetry
in coupling.

TOBIAS

Spellbound in dreamtime caught,
I wander free in endless thought,
for now no other cares intrude
nor steer me from my solitude.

Memories drift about as in a mist
of how it was - our Autumn tryst.
I taste afresh your searching kiss,
arousing carnal acts, desire's bliss.

I ease again your body close to mine
intimate, divine. Our lips combine.
Caressing thrills  -  skin on skin,
releasing  ardour’s needs  within.

Once more I'm held as in a dance,
melding with you in tantric trance.
Dreaming of that dear time anew,
I lose then find again myself in You.

Tobias

I seek. I strive. My mind
is completely absorbed.
No hiatus between my
experience, knowledge
nor practice. No bounds
between means and end.

Or, between life, living
and the imagination.
Neither in and from all
the things in my being,  
mind, aims and learning.
Above all, no division, for:

“I am part of all
that I have met.”  (Tennyson)

Tobias

Goddess terrain: contoured
curves ***** gently down
to pale breast’s pointing

Cleft soft thighs dividing  
pink downy peaches
open to fern …

…fringed vale where a
secret orchid-shaped  
cave spreads wide…

…its probe luring
lips beyond
the folds of …

…Venus’ veils.
I gaze content
in  finding
*****’s
inviting petals.

Tobias

For the writer,
for the poet,
acts of love
fall short.
They know the
best way
to express
the words:
I love you,
is in print  
right  here
on the page.

TOBIAS