All I want
Is to build you up
Heal your soul
Bring you peace
Lift you up
Feel your love
Kiss your lips
Face, hands and feet
Cup your face
Stroke your hair
Keep you safe
See smiles on your face
Protect your life
Die in your service
Live for every moment
Just for your touch
A look, a glance
I love, my Love
Only you
Just only

Some might think its worship
To love unconditionally
No matter what is done or said
Giving someone that much power
So much control

It's about responsibility
A gesture of hope
Maybe, no
Definitely of trust
Probably scary; true
Freedom always is
More, it's giving you

You might ask,
Why; Not me
But I was not given the choice
It's not something
I control

It's raw, emotional ocean waves
Golden grains in seas of plains
The mountain ranges crashing
Against stretching Earth below
The stars ****** down light
Millions of years old
This isn't a drop, drip

This emotion is bigger
Overwhelming is not the right word
Because it's not, it's just huge
I'm not drowning in this
It brings me life

Too feel alive
Someplace once so cold
You gave me this
So to give back to you
This is love

Unconditional

Legs crossed, demure
Sandals, strapped well
Won't come off, but
If they might,
It would hanging, playing
Gently shaking, unconsciously
Held by toes, a highly arched foot

The dress is long, fitting well
Huggy on the hips, in the waist
Showing little skin, but proudly
All the curves
Angelic

Her skin glows, like a panther
She walks, not a stride but sure
She holds her purse, her lifeline
Under one arm as she checks her phone
She pauses, thumbs come alive
Fingers strike, quick, striking, tapping
Almost a tattoo, string music

Then she walks again
The dress has colors
I don't see, all I see is lines
Curves, beauty, in stride
Appreciation of motion

She is the embodiment of everything
From one side of passion
To its extreme, like a storm
Elemental, her nature
Set to a piano's sound
Matching her walk
And her thoughts

Some might say I love her
But it's a perfect word
Too short, too simple
But any other wouldn't be right
It's no mistake being what it is

She is wearing her hair up
A ravens nest, each hair in place
Her slender, perfect neck, ****
Shoulders sway, arms too
Not a busy body, but confident
Something she doesn't, can't see
She's too close to see clear

But it's everything about her
Unconsciously, she shows
Her true self
Everyone who sees
Falls in love

She gets ready
Like she knows she's
Special
Like deep inside
She knows the truth
And it's the way I see her

It's her pleasure
To look just perfect
To be the rose
Highlighting
Subtly sensual
And alluring
Beautiful

Her little smiles, almost jeweled
Eyes just right, diamonds
Sparkling, happy smiles
Tipping their corners tight
Gems in the bedroom light

It's a magic number
Never lonely,
A history in the past
Always again, again,
And once more again

It surfaces repeatedly
Always in the pattern
It's a singular certainty
But by threes
Happenstance, maybe
Coincidence, ok
Maybes

But it's been for years
Three weeks, months, years
Like guard in hell
Too easy to blame the number
Doesn't let you out

But take the number
It's in your palm
That's the trick
If you know the pattern
Use the pattern

Look at the number
First is always honey
Moon's easily reprieve
Second is the morning after
Dawn's soonest drift
Third the learning
Of souls, reflections bold

Always in phase
From one to another
Memories dredge up
To say, no, don't let this be
Whisper, destroyed, wasted soul

Maybe it says
You don't have the right
Not to happiness or delight
Cursed to break
Not Midas Touch

But this is not what I see
To me, you are the purest soul
Childish in joke, quick to laugh
Passion unbridled, sharp of tongue
Brightly alight, witty and alive
Full of fight, free flying sight
Clean and shining, white

If only I could give you
The sight of you
How I see you
Beautiful, awesome
Might

Eruption
An explosion
Another,
Then again
Again and AGAIN

The moon was up,
maybe the tide was down
a sea wall crumpled a little yesterday
cracks, careful now
glimpsing truth
simple and uncut
maybe the first

It brought some words
spoken here, back and forth
no yell, not hate, opinions
and again, I fell
falling, tumbling

Its not up to me
There is no help
Head over heels
Completely in love
a whirlwind,
hurricane,
tornado spin

I took her once,
She spoke return
Here and again,
Touching, loving
Until, at last spent

but then it was again,
her softness of skin
drove me to pleasures
fleshed, desperate desire
an intimate of love

More, again and more
Late in the night,
early into the morn
stopping for breaks
again, once again more
scratches and light bites
visit the morn

Never to have had
a woman so mine
if I could give her
the world, but
maybe my soul