CAUGHT STARING

He’s caught himself staring again.
There is a radiant beauty about her
He has never before known.
Innocence and worldliness
At once and all encompassing;
The youthful exuberance
Seasoned by the timeless
Precipice of the unknown.

Her eyes, direct beacons
Shining her essence outward;
A lighthouse rescuing those in her light
From any slight doubt
That God or whatever
Magnificent generosity of creation
Is an art lover
A connoisseur of all that reflects
Life’s timeless beauty:
The glorious wonder of human kind
In the glow of her skin
In the joy of her giggle
The graceful lines of her body.

And I whisper thanks to the creator
For allowing me the guilty pleasure
Of her luxurious company.

That I yearn to feel her skin
Under my fingertips
Her silken hair against my chest
Will forever haunt my dreams.
In hers, she rides a giant horse
So big she can reach up into the trees
But she controls him
And as she tells me this dream
I tease her that I am that horse
And she can control me anytime.
She laughs
Slaps and pinches my arm
“You’re crazy.”
Crazy about you
My beautiful muse.
If I can ever touch
Your soft, delicate
Pink as spring cherry blossom
Lips to mine
I could die a fulfilled and happy man
The essence of passion
sprung to life in the touch.




~ FOR LS, May 24, 2008

NO MATTER

No matter
How often you find your way into my dreams
Or sail into my thoughts on a breeze of light
Randomly
Bring a grin from under my beard

No matter
How often I see your “xoxo”
In my inbox
Or recall your wondrous laugh
That fills my heart

No matter
How long I’m away
A week, a month, or longer still
I am always taken aback
Surprised
Unprepared
For how I, again
Cannot help but fall
Head over heels
The moment
I see you again.





~ for LS, 8/11/08