Archive for July, 2009
As I sullenly lay in bed
I long to hear your voice
But you’re gone, nothing is said,
And I haven’t got a choice
Being apart, and still desiring
Your presence
I feel you in my mind,
Your everlasting presence
I feel you in my mind.
Your never ending essence
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Flashes of passion sporadically reveal
Beautiful thoughts caught on our minds movie real
Mesmerized by the way it makes us feel
Our bodies tremble in ecstasy and zeal
The soft sensual touch of your lips
The smooth elegant curves of your hips
Your every touch is a delicate stroke
And from your sighs ectasy is spoke
Getting lost within your eyes
Remembering your chest rise in passionate sighs
By the beach or in my bed
In the grass or in my head
Our Love did surely bloom
Leaving my heart eternally consumed.
My first poem to my x-wife when I met her, Laia Juncosa Vilella. We met on the beach, the rest is history.
To feel the smoothness of your skin
Caressing you softly once again
Our closeness raising our body heat
Under the dampness of our sheets
Your eyes that saw deep in my soul
And on my heart did take its toll
Forever this floats in my mind
So when I sleep it does remind
I see you, then I see you again
In my dreams that will never ever end
I see you in the stars, the moon, the sky
I see you in every human’s eye.
Surrendering to me like
Surrendering to no other
Where some use your surrender
To control, take advantage of
Or hurt you,
I accept surrender as the opening
Of your heart to mine,
which is already open
When I feel your softness in my pillow
Remembering your smell in my sheets
I toss and turn and squeezing
Every memory I receive
I see a wild rose
Lovely to inhale
Over the green secluded nook
Vines and thorns unveil
The silent emotions of beauty
As it unfolds to me
Luring with warm thoughts
Watering with attention
Waiting for love to bloom
Filling one with sweet perfume
The feeling of fresh love’s
Aroma lifting high above
Although this rose thief can’t pick you
In my heart I will always find
The smell and my memory
Of a coy crimson rose.
Written to Sabrina Hunter, my first real love in 1995.
I’m not here, more there
With you, more beautiful
more than I could say
More than I can do
More than I could be
Nor see
Feeling more for you
More for you
More for love
For love is more
