Either my poems will speak for themselves
Or speak for me, no matter, given voice
Let them fall upon eyes, and ears, and hearts.

Bare
Synchronized pants
Hands caressing
Yours on my face
Mine trace your body
Eyes caught
In deep gaze together
Held

Hip to hip
Rhythms of this - together
Moments came and gone
And back again
Constellations of
Bare emotions
Real as reality
Can get

Hair in braids hanging down,
The Sun in rays shining all around,
Glimmers and shimmers on skin so fair
And glows upon my long dark hair.
Bare feet tread on soil rich and brown
Pattering along as they touch the ground.
The softest air in rhythm is growing
With scents of ocean breezes flowing
To a blue haze above the lofty mountains.
This is where my heart will be soaring
'Or mounts, oceans, 'n watery fountains.

If nothing else in this life had I.  Nothing
Sought nor found other than you,
My circle would complete its circuit
With my heart settled on you.

If I were a bird, able to fly, I'd stay,
Take feathers plucked from my chest
To make a feathered nest for you
And for us two.

I would throw colors at the moon
Should it be pale, and paint the stars
In lovelier hues all for you,
In a world made only for me and you.

All are welcome, come to rest,
Within my feathered nest

To find what you may seek
Love and comfort if you be weak.

If I were a bird
You would be my nest.

You are the bed
When I need rest.

My ears had heard
But now my eyes see.

I come to know the depth
Of what you mean to me,

Life and love, and breath.

Imagine this,
Just because you can't
See a teapot from outer space
It doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Conversely,
There are far greater things
In heaven unseen.