In the light of her soft touch

To touch her
mascaraed eyes, kiss
her gentle lips, softness
runs through fingertips.
Golden hair, blonde
bodies touching, smoothness
breast against my cheek
touching the forest where dreams
are made, her legs dressed up
toes painted, naked for me
to see, just me, she holds herself
all made up so I may bask
in the light of her soft touch,
kissing her hand touching
my cheek warming
                          to her gentleness...

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An Invisible Horizon

Your hair hangs freely
there to touch, I want
to feel you feeling me,
so as to be with you
together, as one
united in time, touching
your touch I touch me,
to look into your eyes
looking at me as I am,
my soul before yours
naked and exposed,
to smell your sweetness
savouring mine, bodies…


In a gentle dance, coming
and going as they please,
a rondel to an inner music
beyond comprehension,
on an invisible horizon
set in the imagination,
gently kissing softness
your cheek softens words
whispered, reflecting
a soft murmur to each other
je t’aime, Ich Liebe dich,
like a love transported
another land awaits;
I love you…

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as you dance before me.

In the shadow of night
you roll over me, mistily
raising an open palm
to every word of love.
I fall away bodily, hurt
questions are answered
in this dance of love
that we engage in.


I pick myself up, dusted
again I’m drawn to you,
the kindness that speaks
your hair held back, eyes
talk to me of darkness
begin again this dance,
I love you, man doesn’t
say such things to woman.


I hide amidst the faces
crowded in their silence,
seeing you there I want
to touch your soft cheek
and cook rice for you,
tacos for the children;
I step back, in solitude
your raised hand weeps.


My heart opens, rings
to the sound of names,
I echo yours, so sweet
you know longer care
I cry salt tears, words
light my smile with joy
and you spin, eyes sparkle
as you dance before me.

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The Fallen Leaves of Summer.

The sun

falls behind trees,

poking in and out

as the train glides forth

on its way to nowhere,

A warm breeze

rustles my skin,

green with leaves

my heart, stops

the tracks pumping.

At ease

nothing disturbs me,

while I seek

nothing comforts me,

my roots are set.

A goat

climbs and poses

above me, wind

cascades, over my face

a rocky outcrop.

I think

she is out of reach

for today, I sit

quietly, my mind slows

rushing thoughts subside,

as

the sun

falls behind trees,

showing its golden face,

tracks click and clack

over nothing, silence.

My heart

wants to bleed green,

for the fallen leaves

dropped in the heat

of the coming summer.

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The Path Ahead

Even though the path ahead is lit
by the scattered stars, I am blinded
forever to search, without knowing
whether I am lost or found, Lord
please fill me with your light, so that
the veil of darkness may be lifted,
and I may see clearly the way ahead
following the path of angels,
                                   loving to the end.

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Fan Me II

Rain falls, rustling leaves
my bare skin touching
midnight, as I walk
remembering those eyes
cast aside as if to tempt,
your lips smiling before me.


I walk on through streets
darkened, empty and wet
the soft sound of feet
on the pavement glistens
heading home to see you,
there silently before me.


I look, and you move
those rose red lips pouting
temptingly, asking
that I embrace you
in the darkness, I see
you there smiling before me.


You vanish before
my eyes, disappear
in the pitter patter
                                                of the rain, falling down
                                                I pray to the wind,
                                                fan me with your kiss.

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I sing to you my love.

A word
carefully spoken,
the silence between
spaced to perfection,
can raise a heart beat
far away, over seas
and blue mountains,
I sing to you my love.


Your lips,
I feel you touch me,
my voice is broken
as each word isolated,
excites blood to flow
far away, over seas
and blue mountains,
I sing to you my love.


I spoke for too long
didn’t mean to hurt,
carefully placing
gaps to cushion love,
now she loves me
or rather, says she does.


A word
carefully spoken,
the silence between
spaced to perfection,
can raise a heart beat
far away, over seas
and blue mountains,
I sing to you my love.

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