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?
do not mistake
my kindness
for weakness
for infortiftude
for a lack of fire, verve, strength
i am beauty
i am softness
i am flight
i am love
and yet
i am the tower
stretching to heaven’s gate
i am the root
of the ancient redwood
i am the wave
crashing on the beach
beneath the timeless cliffs
of eternity
i am creation
i am destruction
i am the fullness
of masculine ardor
of writhing passion
of unmaskable longing
of unshakable truth
so
do not mistake
my kindness
for a lack
of pure and utter passion
of towering strength
of masculine perfection
i
am man
The sweetness of your strength
Entices my imaginings
Your icy chilled gaze
Stills my need
Yet fuels my desire
You — feminine, perfection — tower
Above the smoldering ash
That was my confidence
You — goddess, light — dazzle
Blind me in the falling ripples
That were
my sanity
What is woman…
if not mystery?
What is man…
devoid of quest?
In your striking gaze
I am set afire
as feminine wonder
meets masculine blaze
In your subtle scent
I am awakened
As water flows
Beneath the iced layer
Winter’s river
Quiet stratums
of you
