Not the way you touch my hand so lightly as you speak.
Not the way your eyes ooze into my will.
Oh no, Not that.

Not the way you breath so softly as you sleep.
I cozy up to your face on the pillow savor every breath.
Silently I yearn to share every essence of you.

Not your mouth.your lips that quiver with anticipation
as I draw you close to me. a preamble of what is to be
unspeakable pleasure your eyes twin abysses.

Oh no. Please speak a word. any word.
Now my darling for every whisper is a symphony.
a treasure like no other.Each more priceless than the other.

Your hands were made to hold my heart forever and no other.
Slender fingers serpentine. to slither and caress. Oh sweetheart
My love My dearest your hips they sway a pulsing rhythm that I can
hear, a bossa nova.Cool and warm is your charm.

Have I not loved before?
No.
Clearly,This way is like no other.

I lay awake on endless nights and shudder.
Wipe the silent tears away.Mourn the day
when I have lost your way to another.

I do so love you.

Well the words are there . The way you look out from behind your hair
Tells me confusion swirls. In your mind there is a thing awaiting to. Be set free. My heart aches for you and for me.
But then what was our recipe
Blind youth meets heart hungry traveler.
The great unraveler pulled his pound of flesh from the rotting carcass of our indiscretions, the glaring foil of me to the twisted open ended question named you then. now.
what has changed but the economy and the weather  Still together like
carcass and coffin.
Playing blind man's bluff what ****** stuff and you to boot.
A pathology in pumps.
tipping through life
somebody elses wife.

Wickering destruction thundering from the summit
First a death rain then deafening sound.
                                                    Rumble­ and boom.
                                                    Cordite­ flowers bloom and twinkle in
                                                    The srarless night.
Whistle me home my friend though my face unseen.
Lock and load my friend .
Then whistle me swiftly home.

                                                     Mother stands in the doorway worlds apart. She ponders the sudden chill.

                                                      FIR­E. Pull the lanyard wire and whistle me home.away.

Soaring. Sireen.screaming thunder
True and deadly.
Ground zero stands the hero.

Drop the sight
Gunny,crank her down.
Lock and load Gunny
Fire and whistle me home.

A misty morning smitten by frolicking waves sang out.
Close stood we in the buffeting breezes.
To and fro our rapture flowed.

Standing. on naked feet
In sandy drift. Closer we stood.
The gulls lamented their soitary ways
Taken afar by arrogant breezes.
Aloft and far above.

Soaring,drifting asleep on woven wings.
Sing sweet lamted days gone long in stormy skies
Now ice and cloudless.

Close stood we. Buffeted by mighty chance the god of the restless
                            They questioned.
How long?

How strong?
                             Will weary time intervene. Among and between

                              And pul love apart. Brick by brick. Moment by memory.



For it's own sake.

Gentle hands gripped tightly
Hearts believing.
Eyes assuring.
Breathless

Scatterd mist lit on silent tears
Heads bowed to stay the course..

Forever said we.
Closer we stood.
Never ending.
Endless
Said we.

My dreams.They come to me like midnight jasmine.

Treacle sweet as I walk in heavens garden.
Leaves brush my cheek
In passing.

As I srroll through heavens garden.

My days are spent in reverie of blissfull
Oceans lapping distant shores.
Misty breezes take me deep

As I walk in heavens garden

She holds my hand and thrills my heart.
Long and winding paths take me up counry roads.
Birds urge me forward with sweet song.
To the place where I belong.

As I stroll through heavens garden.

Sunshine opens my soul. Eternal joy from afar.

Stars await their turn. To burn and glow from a million miles
To light the way for my footfall . Sweetgrass s is my bed.

Crickets serenade

as I drift through heaven's garden.

What ?
Woman.
Where? Head to toe.
Who ? All things tangible.
Easy on the eyes. on the inside.
    On the inside. I smell strong desire. A fire. That flickers
       The scent of sweet tangerines. The skin can burn your eyes..

How many have tried? And cried
The floral offering with prickly stem
To hold on tight as palms bled.
But to have the moon in your vision.
As the tide rises with no struggle for decision.

Sunni do you know?
You must know.
Slow and turgid.
Slow and sensuosus.

The power is yours to lose.
They will push your soul
Your will.
Still.
                   The velvet glove my love.
                   Stocking feet. My sweet.
                   Force with inertia.
                   Abide.
                                                          ­You need nothing but be your
                                                           Moniker. From the beauty inside
                                                          ­               Your heart is your weakness
                                                        ­                   Your salvation.
                                                      ­                     So much to give.
                                                           ­                Just live and turn the tide