Be Near Me

You who demolish me, you whom I love, be near me. Remain near me when evening, drunk on the blood of the skies, becomes night, in its one hand a perfumed balm, in the other a sword sheathed in the diamond of stars. Be near me when night laments or sings, or when it begins to dance, its steel-blue anklets ringing with grief. Be here when longings, long submerged in the heart's waters, resurface and when everyone begins to look: Where is the assassin? In whose sleeve is hidden the redeeming knife? And when wine, as it is poured, is the sobbing of children whom nothing will console - when nothing holds, when nothing is: at that dark hour when night mourns, be near me, my destroyer, my lover, be near me.

Wet

Languidly parting the moist curtain. he slides into the smooth vessel. the color of fire pink velvet. his large hands securely wielding the creamy white handles, firmly manipulating them until just a trickle of foamy liquid flows forth. She faces him, their eyes, reflecting pools of love, lock on each other. embracing, both, with body and soul, they melt together in the steamy atmosphere. memories flood as her neck arches and wet kisses cover her throat. teasing one another in the aquamarine Indian ocean. causing rough ripples to fan out across the water of a swimming pool as they played. discovering new things as a soft summer rain, like the sound of a tinkling xylophone, soaked them. Aromas of citrus, colognes and faintly, the sea drift and swirl around them. skin drenched, rivulets of salty sweat stream between them. sauna heat builds as temperatures rise. flesh moves with synchronized, frantic fluidity. a torrential river violently rushes into a cascading waterfall. drowning in a frenzied whirlpool, gasping for air, silent screams. then the peace of a tranquil, crystal clear lake prevails and the relaxation of a hot spraying shower returns, as she lovingly shampoos his hair

Rapture

There is a place for us that no one else can enter. It is a place that holds no secrets, only beauty, peace, understanding. A place that we come to, thinking we are one, only to have our souls fused together for a moment. And in that moment, I know you; every pore, every pulse, every thought, every fear. And I love you more. I feel myself laid bare before you, and I feel content . . . joyous that you are with me, loving me in my nakedness.

The Sea

Transfixed I stand and watch the Tireless Sea As it's waves crash upon the shore, spraying it's white, salty foam Against the jagged rocks and cliffs below, then returning into itself The tireless sea wherein its immeasurable depth secrets lie buried, never to be revealed The tireless sea whose temperament is so mystifying it neither fears, nor needs any man but gathers its strength from within.

I want you

I want to be your companion and walk hand in hand, your strength enveloping mine. Autumn leaves falling, scuffing feet and laughter, sharing nights, not finished by the dark. I want to be your confidant as you pen your deepest thoughts, as your heartaches bleed and finally break free. Your dreams, I keep as if my own. I want to smile as you smile and giggle with you at nothing at all. I want to be your lover and find the passions that move you to action. I want to be the softness that induces you to trust. I want to be the naughty that makes you come back for more. I want to please you. I want to share your breakfast and your dinner, I want you in the shower and in my bed and with soft steps to bring you coffee (I take mine black) Your soft arms, the thighs that power your warmth, your lips of pleasure, these are the fuel of my desire no it is no secret, my love, and to put it very simply, I want you.

A Fairytale

Dreamland awaits you, Close your eyes, Imagine you and I, Close as breath, Skin upon skin, Lips touching, For you taste of Raspberries, sweetly irresistible, The fragrance of you, Takes my breath away, I am burning inside, A torch of fire, Burning fuel of passion, For you are my desire, My heart beats with every breath, You are my destiny, Your eyes evade me, deep, dark, mysterious, I am your slave, Your love has captured me, Grab my body, Pull me close, Show me your love, In ways I could only dream. Wake me I must be dreaming, This is a fairytale.

Immortal

She is forever standing at our secret pond beneath our loving tree. Welcome late-spring breeze lifting summer dress and hat ever so slightly. She is dropping a rose frozen forever in time it cascades from her hand. Around her, the pond, the cat-tails, the bird song, all captured deliciously. She is smiling playfully as rose follows petals to rest amidst lily-pads. A buzz of bumblebee, breeze dancing leaves above, mid-morning sun seems to kiss her. She laughs hearing her name turns with anticipation burned forever is the sight. Even as life continues - for that split second her beauty is immortalized.

Entertain Angels Unaware

I lie awake cold and alone, No place to call my home, Upon the night, Darkness is my light, Everywhere I roam, To find a place to sleep, With no shoes upon my feet, No material things do I keep, The ground is cold, My stomach is empty, As I see people who have plenty. No one cares for me, For I am homeless you see, I have had a hard life, It started the day I lost my wife, I don't want sorrow or pity, Just some love and care, Maybe some shampoo to wash my hair. People pass me by, Without a tear in their eye, Never giving a hand, What If I was an angel? Sent from God above. To test man of, His brotherly love? You will never know, If you never give true brotherly love, For we entertain angels unaware, Never knowing the true spirit hidden there, This poem is given, To you as a lesson, Whenever passing someone in need, Let go of the greed, Stop and heed to your heart, To the call your heart has be given, Help those in need, While you are living, And you will entertain angels unaware!

Blind

Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter, Yet you fail to notice, This is your blunder, You've had a rough time, Though now it is over, But yet you continue clinging to what is left over, And in doing this your depression grows deeper, Pulling you apart at the seams, Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees, Pondering desperately: "How much worse can it be? " To ease your mind of your terrible burden, You bargain with Satan (as if he cares), Giving you a release, in turn for your soul: That you believe tarnished and not worth much at all, When all of your friends have been with you till now, But here comes the crossroads up ahead, They give you a choice: "Stand tall or fall down." You have your beauty and charm, Your intelligence and grace, Good friends and your health, What more does it take for you?