i once wrote a poem
that touched both our hearts
way back when
we were in love

so much so
with the feeling then
that i'd love to have
it all back again

where i pledged my life
to you in rhyme
from the here and now
through eons of time

that's where you said
you loved me back
in your very best
poetic finesse

two lovers caught up
inside of the rhyme
when i wrote a poem that time
of your love and mine

Eyes meeting eyes
      as anticipation peaks
           hearts pounding fast
               even skipping beats.

A slow moving burn
      blissful fire on the rise
            gentleness in the moment
                 emotions intensify.

  Fingertips trace
passion flows free
souls lock together
  sparks you see.

                 Melding into one another
                         as lips meet
                   time and space stills
                repeat… repeat…repeat…

           A magical moment
            deliciously divine
                that first kiss
           dripping of honeyed
                                 sweet wine.
~

You were always the pen
that bled life, onto my empty pages,
you are every single page, that holds a memory,
you have always been the inspiration, to all my love phrases.

And you never knew…

It was always your fingertips
that I longed to feel, softly caress me,
always your image that has refused to be erased,
you have always been, every single page that holds a memory.

And you never knew…

It was you, whom I longed for,
you who I desired to caress my face,
always you, who bled life onto all my empty pages
and it was always only you, whom my memory refused to erase.

And you never knew… It’s always been you…

The world is like a beehive
don't get to close
no dancing and no jive.

Feel the earth with those feet
gentle and calm
might get something sweet.

Now if you start prodding
paying no respect,
Those bees will take to the wing
You'r going to get a sting.

Running fast in the middle of the corn,
the little maid held a red maple leaf
as she began to sing:
,, For golden Autumn I do not morn,
but for the blackberries that perished of grief,,

Her hair of marigold in the wind swung
and her cheeks were bright and rosy
when she once again in her silvery voice sung :
,, Oh October, month of gold,
how beautiful sights you give me to see ,,

Alas, the sun soon started to set behind the hill
and made her smile to slowly fade
when, from the woodland, the wind gave her a chill:
,, Little maid, leave October's canvas of art
and go home before nightfall freezes your fragile little heart  ,,

Hand in hand he leads me
down the hall to the bedroom,
     sweetness is found
  as love opens in full bloom.

    it’s in the way he touches
   the way he runs his fingers*
               through
                       my
                           red
                               hair
it’s in the way he makes me feel
    cherished, loved, adored
       making me feel as though
                              i’m
                     floating
                  on
                      air…..
I wish to be lost in that moment
                   forever
      a connection so strong
        an embrace so tight
      to just love him always
       everyday every night.

to take long walks
             along the countryside
    down an old dirt road
into the forest, we’ll hide……

then back home
              down that short hallway
to the room that he made
                 for that coming day…..

it’s all in what he does
   it’s in the way he touches
                  heart
                      body
  ­                      mind
                           soul….

          *I wish to freeze time
                 to be lost in that moment…..