If only she...

If only she would come to me,

listen to my heart beat for her

touching me, touching her gently

I’m sure she would turn to me,

her eyes aside in modesty

letting me kiss her, rose red cheek

my hand had first brushed softly.

If only she would open her arms,

move to embrace me bodily

embracing her, softly with charm

I’m sure she would tenderly

reveal eyes to me, as one soul

we move together, lip to lip

my body and hers would fold.

If only she would meet half way,

in her charming embrace mould

me to her, so I may to her say

what needs to be said and hold

her in return, melded in unity

love each other, eye to eye

enter that realm that is eternity.

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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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Let me whisper

She sits flicking
through the pages
for someone to call,
a connection by chance
may answer.


She stares ahead
wired for silence,
freckled shoulders
lead to slender fingers,
listening and watching
for a name.


She sits so still
in the underground
for her train to come,
each picture pauses
a gentle breeze.


Look at me, tonight
forget your mirror,
please let me whisper
how perfect your hair
is, clipped and tied back.

No need for goodbyes

Grey clouds blanket blue skies above

the warm winds feather leaves, flowers

blooming, shop doors open and shut

as people come and go, belly protruding

an unshaven old man, young women

dressed for fashion tap on phones, looking

We journey on together toward the sun

hoping beyond hope to be freed from desire

resting peacefully, grey beards and t-shirts

talk while young women chat and aspire

to a higher plane always there below them,

never looking up lest their hearts catch fire.

Freedom is already there for the taking

with nothing to search for, love forsaken

I would sing at your window on a warm

summer’s night, if I didn’t fear that such

beauty was already taken, so I sit by myself

observing my words, hopefully mistaken.

All is within you, you were born to a gift

that your mother sang you sweet lullabies

and cooked those dishes you can’t forget.

Happiness and joy already there, no need

for goodbyes, love fills you heart, spreads

to the world, a touch, dark glancing eyes.

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