To love a rose
You must respect it
It's head, rich in colors
Reds, light to deep
A blossomed beauty
It's graceful neck
Sensual in form
Leads to the thorns
Green and sharp
A testament of life
It's stem, holds scars of growth
But it's mind, something to beholden
Taken as a whole
It is gentle in its morning wake
Reaching for the sun
Warm, loving and needful
A peaceful existence
Seeking only love
Taste, drink with tongue
Tease it's water of life
Run your fingers down its stem
Slide between the thorns
Hold the neck
Place it's head
To protect, groom
Lightly passion it's spine
Give it's deepest reds
Color it's head
Be it's support
And it's place to grow
Pamper it's always time
Long legs divide
Kisses deliver time
It's nectar, true
I love you

Long touches, I hope to relax
Maybe sensual, I wish for a sign
But I'm happy with massaging
Your legs, perfectly shaped
Strong thighs, wonderful calves
Your feet, high arched and even
Between your toes

Warm towel, heated and laid
Against your perfect skin
Working a heat in
Pulling the knots out
Up and down your back

Taking shoulders
In my hands, kneeling
Needing, this rich touch
And pulling you up
Arms around you

Maybe I hold you too long
Too tight, I miss you dearly
But I feel your heart
I'll hold you; it's clear
I need it

But it's for you
This embrace
Calms your heart
Soften your eyes
Quenches your anger

Watching you sleep
Barely heard snores
All desperation lost
I'll protect your sleep
Hold your watch

Unconditionally
Without condition
The more I think
This is the easiest
To live, all forgiven

Mistakes are like rain
Evaporating in the sun
What chance does a drop have
Against the warmth, sweet blaze?
It's a nothing, just a drop

To give oneself,
Unconditionally
Is the greatest freedom
A positive motion
Steps, one by one

Unslaved, there is nothing to hide
No embarrassment so great
A bit of soul to hide, no shame
It's the hardest thing to begin
But love forgives, breathes

It's new life, birth of hope
Prayers, delivered, a peace
Distractions fall to the side
Nothing more than what they were
Easily wiped away, nothing; no blame

Some small parts bring pain
Harder to deny, but to swim
Overwhelmed by love
Great, pulsing heart's force
It's spectacular, leaving awe

Touch your hair, massage and laugh
Kisses in the morning, holding that
A quick moment everyday, all day
And to return to you
I'll want nothing more

Live my life on my terms
Society is a hellish thing
I eat, sleep and with every breadth
Your scent is my motivating blanket
With three simple words, I am.

Your heartbeat is my earth
Eyes become the skies, I soar
Your unprovoked touch
Electricity, brings life
In life, you are my dream

There are no conditions
You can be whoever you want
Explore yourself, your soul
I would hold your hand
Raise you when you are down

Bring smiles to your lips,
Grease broad laughs and
Tease honey from your kiss
In every moment
Who you want to be

Let me be there
I want to give you this
A special gift
Rare and pure
All my vows

Very best viewed
Across a contrast
Musculature, two
Destined, real life
Not fancied, true

A drifting, small
Light, dark hairs
Golden shades in
Caramels hues, an'
Sun kissed skin
Raven haired touch
Deep hearted miss

Listen: music tuned
To stars singing
Pro-claiming us
A chariot's hum
The different drum

This enchanted time
Not worthy of
Words, deed or play
But including love
I seek you

The wicked night, a storm
On its way, you can taste it in the air
Not quite a humidity,
It's lighter than heavy
Almost a smell, but taste

I have to think to myself
What can I do, what have I done?
Patterns overlap, circles within circles
Remember details, collect the clues
Did I say this, did I look like that?
Maybe I agreed too quickly
Or it's not me at all

Moods are strange things
Arranged from the nonlinear
Chaotic patterns, too big to see
I see the change, chance to shine
A disappointment dominos

Retreat and hide, deny and find
I know the challenge is great
A hardship to develop
Breaking comfortable patterns
But that were hurtful, faulty; cling
If your dreams are big, your day is long
Much that is wanted, may be found

Her need is great; hold her close
Comfort her want, find peace, please
Right now, she still shines
Inner glow, it smolders
Mirrors all broken

I only want her happy
Heavy years are like chains
Drooping shoulders, neck and head
Rub the stress from her shoulders
Gently thumb precious neck
Work hands deep
Stretch muscles, calming effect

Oil her down, bring smile with scent
Tease worry from wary, bring her sleepy
Comb her hair, long beauty
Not make her sweaty
Heavy eyes, close gently

Relax, my Love
I promised, I vowed
Anything I can do
I will make sure
I can carry

Two bodies joined
In three word acts
Painted fingers tasked
Return to dig, bite and squeeze
Large hands hold; lips kiss

Scented vanilla, sugary; sweet
Baby oil makes for slippery
Returns in and home
Filling, gasping, holding bold
Muted cries in lovers ears
Desperate, ******* and alive
Out of breath, breathe

Skin against skins
Two as one
Makes for three
Beautiful
Words

The blind old man is out of his cage again
His straightjacket crumpled on the floor
He's on his knees screaming
Boney, grout shaped knees
His voice, mewling, coarse

From the stains on the wall
Once freshly painted
Bloodied, broken knuckles
Tattooed their harsh sounds
Spraying gnarled fingers
And twirls, to landscape
Unpleasant worlds

His chains, now unlocked
Not smashed, shattered but worn
The jacket was removed from
Boney, sticking beaten shoulders
Sticking wrinkled, age born

A moment between breaths
He screams once again
Crying out for wonder
The words unsaid
If there was a window
Not just a door
Would that he be fed?

The door's hung open
Freedom, from his punishment
Complain about injustice
But slaved to blown out knees
Taunting shadows bleed

I might have pity, but no
A small broken man, created
But he's not blind, self denied
Just to scared; open your eyes
Look and see, the way is clear
It's all in your head, stupid fool
The war is over, history's written

Leave over your opinions about right
The victim's plight, not my time
Nor even yours, stupid lies
Go live your horrid life
Nothing from me

I have my own, beautiful life
Injustices of the past play no part
I'm not concerned with history's specifics
And neither are you, not really
You only want for yourself
Looking for handouts
Whining about fair

My hands are worn, torn
A lifetime's hard work
My back is tired
My knees are sore
I come home tired everyday

I don't care about what you think
I'll protect what's mine
Not give it away
For the sake of the dead
Not either for those that just sigh

It's not about you, it's about my house
My family and our home
You ask for stuff and take from them
You say it's fair, but not to me
Not my children or my gorgeous wife
I've worked my life,
Not you for me

So stuff your share
What you think is fair
Indian heritage and broken knee
It wasn't me, it wasn't mine
I'll not share your burden

If you want tears, then cry
You want more than you have
You can do as I
Work real hard
From dawn and after dark
Get what you make
Not ask for mine