She judges the men,
unbuttoning, buttoning –
and she keeps looking.
Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
We met at a park by your place,
A hill overlooking a lakeshore vista.
The sunset hung over the horizon
As did our words, awaiting conversation.
The nerves got to me and so I flung my phone,
Your laughter a cacophony which my heart still adores.
We had pizza on a bench that night,
Or at least we tried;
Nights at the park have more bugs than we'd like.
But after all the talking and laughing and grinning,
It's our departing hug that sent me spinning.
I'd give everything to have that time again with you.
But alas, I needn't give anything,
For our nights are still this rich and full of youth.
Once upon a fair evening's bloom,
A fair maiden did make a young
With a touch of the hand
And a kiss of the lips,
She ensured that love
Was not to be
The infatuation before love is sickly sweet
Queen of the skippers
Silken flower petals call
Crown her with a kiss
Beneath the bracing maple tree
Awaits a beau, pursued heart's key
Cold sweaty hands, timid was he
As if he's dosed with ecstasy
To woo this beautiful princess,
Hath played a fiddle effortless
Heart beats loud beneath pastel dress
Mind's been puzzled, soon she'll confess
She don't regret, she won't forget
For that so moment felt kismet
Will they be lovers? Make a guess,
It all depends if she said yes
Let us reminisce and appreciate the efforts of an unfeigned gentleman to win the heart of his fairlady through traditional courtship.
With all my heart I give you "The Suitor", enjoy!
"I fear I may lose myself
before our first kiss..."
Fifty calls later
we still talk
Not the wildfires
Not the rainstorms
Just this beating
of the clock...
"The vibrato of this gypsy dance
Wanes under the midnight sun"
It's blue and amber all at once. In those brief
moments, i imagine a future for us.
A flutter of a smile passes. A deep sigh.
I hear a million tones of "maybe",
watch the moon fade.
The blur stays with me long after.
It covers up a hollow beating and
a thrill of the unsaid and unmet.
Days and nights at home alone
Swiping left and right
Tiny movements seeking love
A quest for someone right
Profiles pass before their eyes
One stands from the batch
Buzz and flash goes the phone
Tinder, it’s a match!
A chat ensues so they court
To find rapport is great
Best to strike whilst irons hot
And so arrange a date
To meet and greet by the sea
For coffee and a stroll
First impressions made are good
Seems they’re on a roll
Finding common ground they laugh
And think themselves hilarious
Keen for more, dates arranged
This one could be serious
And then it starts to blossom
The months ahead are booked
These two people fall in love
Now for life they’re hooked
What a wondrous thing this app
Without it meet they’d never
Parallel lives yet hadn’t crossed
It brought these souls together
There’s no need to go to bars
Or parade upon a stage
Stay at home with phone and swipe
It’s dating modern age
It served them well this app of love
Used wisely there’s no folly
Happily into sunset they ride
That’s how Brian met Holly
How do two butterflies find each other
between the earth and the great sky
when there is so much space
and so much wild brush and wind
and so few of them, tiptoeing
from flower petal to petal?
I hear they dance
when they meet
their colours blending in pirouettes
and a hundred-stepped tango.
What a dazzling courtship it must be,
what a blessing to witness.
But I still cannot fathom how
in this enormity
do butterflies find each other.