From a past near forgotten
You transcend time and space
Reacquainted in passing
Your beauty awaits
What once was pure myst’ry
Might now be revealed
As we hear the soft knowing
And feel what we feel
Come into my garden
And smell the black rose
Dive into the passion
And find your repose
I wonder if you know. I wonder if you could ever know. I wonder if you could ever know the fullness. I wonder if you could ever know the fullness of what I feel for you.
Of course, I love you. That you know, have known, since that first week we shared, experienced, unexpected, welcome, known. Memphis, the town, is a blur now to me, but I remember clearly your eyes. I remember your fragrance, fresh and airy, strong and full. I remember breathing in your sweet essence, how it stretched and grew when I touched you, undressed you.
For some reason I remember the deep green drapes, but I don’t remember the color of the walls. I don’t remember whether the hotel room’s window faced east or west. But I remember the first touch of your full and pink nipple. I remember your black lace bra, though I saw it for only and instant before I removed it. I considered for but half an instant asking, but knew I had your assent. I knew from our first embrace, from the first taste of your tongue — I knew you were mine; I knew you would surrender to my every wish and desire. As I too surrendered to yours.
I sometimes think it’s a sickness, that I must be in some sort of delusion, that life can’t possibly as good as it’s become, that I can’t possibly be as love as I feel I am with you. But maybe love is real, and maybe dreams come true, and maybe this bliss we share will continue. Or maybe it won’t, and the truth is, it doesn’t really matter to me. All that matters is this moment. All that matters is the gently arriving waves, the gulls calling in the distance, an afternoon in June, and you, walking toward me, smiling, appearing to be as happy as I.
You have proven to me that love is real, that love is sane, that love is good.
Occasionally
A phrase holds on
It rises and rides through the seasons
Filed away, it fills, instills, chills, simmers
Echoes of a slight suggestion
Build in the background of a quiet mind
Until the chaos writhes
And breaks through the winsome din
It was but one simple phrase
Several years left behind
A lone sliver of paper
The words still on my mind
Thrilled by the sight
Of your captivating dance
Moved by the feel
Of your soft surrender
Awakened in the call
Of your beating heart
Lit by the flame
Of passion’s new beckoning
You, my goddess, my strength
Fill me
Assure me
Move me
Floating together
On reproaching tides
Encroaching madness
The warm, clear waters
Cleanse, flood, transport
Two willing souls
To the dawn of forever
Sweet destined lover
Bathe me in your grace
Join me in that place
Where dreams eternally rise
Where passions won’t subside
Where life meets you meets me
Where love never dwindles
Where love never dies
Moments of sensuous longing
Satisfied
In your glowing touch
In the dawning
Of us
Across the crowded room
I shot you a glance
You shot back
I allowed a grin
For just an instant
I could feel you
As the memories flooded back
And I knew
You were sharing my thoughts
That night
All night
Over and over
Fire
To remember
To simply remember
My blood began to boil
I shot you another glance
And you grinned
I closed my eyes
Felt the strong beat
And the stronger waves
Of your wanting
Reaching
Reminiscing
Touching
So many sensations
From my mind’s heart
Locked in your gaze
Imprisoned in your flaming heat
Force myself to breathe
The chemistry
That first afternoon
Eyes, hearts, fingers, lips
Finding you, finding me
Overwhelmed
From that first perfect touch
Enmeshed
Tangled
Filled
Again
And again
Lost
Found
Melting
Melting
I open my eyes
And as before
You are here
Locked in you
I surrender
Shall we?
