“words from the past”, poems that I wrote long ago and have decided to release into the world all of these years later.
#1 to feel your face
hand touching your face
surprised by the softness
Trying not to tremble,
brushing the hair away.
Smooth and delicate
beneath my hand.
warm and inviting
against my skin.
to press my lips…a gentle kiss.
to catch my breadth…a lingering touch.
softness draws me nearer…
mothers milk…finest silk.
I must pull away.
#2 the night, my lover
the night, my lover,
waiting for me…
accepting…
ever present.
taking me…
never a complaint.
the night, my lover,
cool and dark…
no warm embrace.
no tender kiss.
penetrating air…
dark emptiness.
the night, my lover,
undisturbed.
taking my love…
for only a moment.
showering down
upon my chest.
#3 the night, my lover
the night, my lover,
waiting for me…
accepting…
ever present.
taking me…
never a complaint.
the night, my lover,
cool and dark…
no warm embrace.
no tender kiss.
penetrating air…
dark emptiness.
the night, my lover,
undisturbed.
taking my love…
for only a moment.
showering down
upon my chest.
#4 pisces to please
water rushes
to feed the passion.
over stone and grass
seeking you out.
aquarian delights
bind and blind you…
as pisces seeks its mate.
#5 paper dreams
the sound of your breadth…
naked flesh.
the words that you speak…
ice cold pain.
invite me in…
then shut the door.
waiting patiently in the dark.
for another brief moment
hopefully building
paper dreams in the rain.
#6 morning glow
sleeping through the days
melling you on my pillow.
remembering new embraces.
stolen moments in the night.
warm and glowing
happy in my heart.
wishing.
wanting.
waiting.
you by my side again.
cotton sheets
the soft touch of your skin
still air…
the gentle fragrence of your hair.
heart beating…
the warmth that you give.
you by my side again.
#7 I should not have to feel guilty for loving you.
remembering your smell..
longing for your touch.
I should not have to feel guilty for loving you.
dreaming of your taste.
silky skin and parted lips.
I should not have to feel guilty for loving you.
forgotten wars.
long passed hate
I should not have to feel guilty for loving you.
hungry children
sickness and death.
I should not have to feel guilty for loving you.
lonely…
lonely…
alone.
I should not have to feel guilty for loving you.
#8 graceland
Only, don’t you know
why the winds blow up skirts…
to softly caress warm flesh
and rustle downy hair…
the palm of my hand visits you
with a gentle cupping frame
to bask in the warmth you give
and bathe in your sweet musk.
fingers dance and skip,
running through the bush.
searching along the way…
feeling the smooth.
and the delicate.
searching along the way.
feeling the divine
and the intricate.
finding your pleasure, and you gasp.
#9 forbidden
forbidden fruit,
I have held you to my mouth.
I have breathed in your fragrence
and brushed my lips against you.
sweet and supple…
longing to be tasted.
longing to taste.
to drink you in.
forbidden pleasure…
I have felt you
yet, forbidden.
#10 drink with me
soft moistness…
your lips…
life-giving nectar.
sweet flesh…
your tongue…
the feast for my hunger.
warm air
from your lungs…
my waking breadth.
the smell
your skin so close…
the fragrance of love longing.
deep inviting green
your eyes…
my world…plunging.
if your love for me
is present,my love,
only in the drunken heart,
then drink from my life, my love.
drink with me the wine
which is your beauty
and lighten your heart.
fly with me
high above the clouds of sobriety
from where I look upon the world
when touched by you.
drink with me.
drink with me.
fill your heart
with abandon
and see the world
for the first time.
#11 Darling, do you know
Darling, do you know
how the winds blow up skirts…
to softly caress warm flesh
and rustle downy hair…
the palm of my hand visits you
with a gentle cupping frame
to bask in the warmth you give
and bathe in your sweet musk.
fingers dance and skip,
running through the bush.
searching along the way…
feel the smooth.
feel the delicate.
searching along the way.
feel the divine
and the intricate.
searching along the way…
finding your pleasure, and you gasp.
