for something she deserves

 

she lives inside these words

all that has been read,  and all that hasn’t been written

she is in all that i dream and all that i live for

though she lives as a part of me

she’s mostly just a dream,  reality only if for a while

 

our  self  being cloaked behind the closed curtains

as she seeks me for love,  one that can treat her for something she deserves

she has an empty bruised heart that dwells and lingers

longing to search for the warmth of the desire and needed attention

a fire that once sparked now lies in ashes

 

and i,  she found,  and her,  i found

together we’re reborn into an endless bounds

and compromise doesn’t show its face anywhere in the field

 

her knock softly sounds,  mostly late at night when no one is watching

i answer with a rushed step and there eagerly my arms reach out  –

to the welcome embrace that is warm and longed.

we listen attentively to each others conversations

and to the candlelight that burns brightly,

the shadows on the wall dance till they sweep away into sleep

tucked away in each others arms

 

morning is coming and i wipe my eyes awake

she’s already up,  siting gracefully at the vanity in her long silk nightgown.

as she gently brushes her curly hair smooth,

she looks back at me and gives me a little crooked smile –

and in her soft loving voice tells me good morning

 

she lives inside these words

all that has been read, and all that hasn’t been written

she is in all that i dream and all that i live for

though she lives as a part of me

she’s mostly just a dream,  reality only if for a while

 

she is the garden for which i seek and desire

the answers come to me there and the perfect calmness lays waiting

oh! come and be

the day is long and is awaiting for the new

you seek and i sought,  we are found – in happiness we are

oh! come and be,

come and be with me  and all the day and nights shared

one that can treat her for something she deserves

one that can treat her for something she deserves

and i will die one day with her name on my tongue

 

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

reflections in curved glass

i know her as  my intoxication

the calm i find when i see her

the blissfulness and joy that i  get when i am with her,

the minute that i welcome her,   my hand rises up and slowly caresses her cheek

and slowly,  softly kiss her hello

and in the love and desire i find in her,

she looks up at me with her eyes – clear and full of colour,

meeting  mine of  amazed observation.

a wordless volume of story spoken through silence and gaze

i can seek her in memory and still feel desire seep deep into my soul

i know her as my intoxicating sonata

a bee flys by and dances from petal to petal

the three thirty afternoon fills and all i can see are the reflections in curved glass

there she stood deep in the wildflower field

in the mid afternoon sun,  i can see her start walking  back to my observing, awaiting self

and from behind her silhouette,  the sun shone

giving her an outlined glow like an angelic crown

her sundress of summer fabric –  lightly, gently dances in her movement

there,  she finds me gazing upon her from under the maple shade

her highlighted smile becomes clearer  as she draws near

she pushes her curls back,  she leans  in closer

behold! the moment where quivering lip meets quivering lip,

all where a moment freezes and yet goes by all to quick,

a declared love in romance

as only the solitude surrounding of sunlight  flickers from in between the leaves,

my fingers – slowly, lightly touches  from the palms of her hands and up her bare arms

and rests on the plane of her shoulders

the kiss delights as my finger laches on the straps of her dress and slowly slides down her smooth skin

oh! sun kissed skin, we draw near to the  awaiting blanket

here where the second  her eyes meet mine  in a locking, longing connection

a love that can be found and can live not only in heart and mind  but can dwell within ones soul

the minute where a breath touches right below the ear to the nape of  her neck

she is my intoxication

the calm i find when i see her

the blissfulness and joy i get when i am with her,

the minute that i welcome her,   my hand rises up and slowly caresses her cheek

and slowly, softly kiss her hello

and in the love and desire i find in her,

she looks up at me with her eyes clear and full of colour

meeting  mine of  amazed observation

a wordless volume of story spoken through silence and gaze

i can seek her in memory and still feel desire seep deep into my soul

i know her as my intoxicating sonata

 

 

 

c. 2014  bgw