After we part
the taste of love
lingers on my lips
like some fine Italian wine
I breath deeply
the heady bouquet
that fills the room
and painfully reminds me
of all I've lost
Jewelry Box Dreams
Lest you forget
the matter of dreams
I am here to say
that she walks among us
and smiles a smile
both loving and wise
touching the soul
of he who has known her
The Color of Woman
Soft white linen
with eyes of sparkling blue
gentle lines that curve and slope
as if brought to life by a sculptor's hand
A timid flower that slowly unfolds
a woman's shade of pink
a splash of scarlet red
the colors of deep tranquility
blend with the hues of savage passion
calling forth words
that require no tongue
The Color of Love
Ask me the color of her eyes
or how her hair falls
in dark waves
down her soft, graceful neck
Ask me of the sound of her voice
and if she sings
as an angel would
who has fallen down from heaven
Ask me if her lips
are as soft as a summer rain
ask me if her flowing breasts
are as gentle as the new fallen snow
But how can I speak
of that which words fail to capture
how can I write
of the color of love
...
It is the fool
who strives to touch the sky
with wings of wax and feather
and so I feel
a senseless, foolish man
in this impossible endeavor
Passing Years
Each memory
each shared experience
has brought to us a comfort
and tranquillity that only time can deliver
every compromise
has made us more giving
every struggle
has brought us strength
The passing years have set their roots
deep into the earth of our lives
our commitment is the liquid that feeds the growth
of the trees that bear the fruits of our love
Untitled -- old man to old woman
Curves
soft and full
hips that bear the look of childbirth
breasts accustomed to the weight of milk
and the passing of time
legs, frail and weak
Hair
thin and gray
cheeks long since washed of their youthful glow
hands wrinkled through years of toil
and unending struggle
eyes, pallid and dim
But when she smiles
I see the girl I met so long ago
and the day melts into a time
when the future seemed so far away
and our lives would last forever
Roses Never Bloom
Roses never bloom this early
but here in my garden
amidst the lingering piles of snow
and the debris of last autumn
grows a single rose
Bright and red
it stands in mockery of reason
brazenly defiant of those who come to scoff
at this break in tradition
at this courage to survive
Roses never bloom this early
or perhaps I've never noticed
with eyes too long up towards the sky
searching for the flower
that grows before my feet
A Kiss
Gentle movement
the faint stirring of reawakening life
a kiss, a wandering hand
two bodies pressed in warmth
and rising desire
resurrection
a rekindling of the fire
that hence lay dormant in a trance of deep slumber
Opening and acceptance
assent and surrender
we are called to bear witness
to the rise and fall of sun and moon
to furies unleashed
from the ashes of sleep
La Mer
When love has died
leaving merely obligation
and responsibility
when the vestiges of a once forever life
consist only of broken dreams
and forgotten promises
when tears of rage
are all that flow between us
...
A process of discovery
unfolding
exploration
renewal
desire
...
Games we play
triumphs of loss and pain
a field of shattered lives
the litter of vanquished love
...
An awakening spirit
the hunger after a long sleep
the need for release
and escape
...
Long ago
it seems so long ago
our eyes would meet
the space between us would vanish
and time would cease to matter
...
Hard edges
soft folds
rains of passion
pour forth from a splintered sky
drenching a parched world
with the promises of forever
once more
Untitled
You and I are of a different age
an old growth forest
with roots cut deep in the ground
and branches that stretch far into the endless sky
each ring of life
each expression of passing time
measures our lives in ways no calendar ever will
When we love
it is not with the clumsy awkwardness of children
it is instead the skilled passion of experience
the learned wisdom of patience
and the accomplished grace that comes only with commitment
You and I are of a dying breed
surviving long past all expectations
we have found the place where need and desire
dissolve into one
the place where the milestones of our lives
are measured not in units of time
but in the capacity of our love
Catch and Release
There were times when I wished to own you
as a man would own a car
or book
I wanted to control your every move
your every thought, wish and dream
you would live for me
through me
by me
There were times when I wished to be owned
like a dog upon a chain
Now, my only desire is to be with you
I want to walk with my eyes closed
as if a blindfold had been spread across my face
blocking all sight, all vision
I want to walk in darkness
my hand in yours
guiding
leading me on
with trust, love and protection
only then will my eyes truly feel the light of day
only then will I see my way
through this life of mine
