I dream of your smell
Though it has been too long
To know for certain I still know
And your long hair
As it feels in my hand
Knowing you’re submitted
Caressing and enjoying;
Your murmur soothing us both.
I can feel a part of me
Waiting inside of you
Not knowing fully
As I know myself fully
Though I enjoy the route
We take to get there,
Your eyes looking back at me
Will know my heart’s beat
As it beats now for you.
Tag: caress
Primal Experiences (day 2535)
I’ve grabbed on to the primal experience of holding you
One fist grabs and caresses the creases
That keep running down the back of my spine
Spinning reality into a sequence of verses
That forgive me for thinking these thoughts.
But in the alleys of my caresses
That pigeon hole my expression like a crab upon my toe
I’ve gone beyond what I used to call fairness
To a land of sacred union
Derived from the ancient practice of you.
Healing Song (day 2501)
I played along a pathway
That led me to a gate
Two dogs awaited for my step
Took me far away
I stood upon a lookout perch
Vista in front of me
Here I fell into reverie
Lost in a sea of thought.
Pains that touched me
Held my hand
Cried at me in vain
Smoked me down atop that perch
Led me to my spot
For which I had been looking for
For which I had to stop.
My two dogs heard me
Which took me away again
They licked at the new wounds
I hadnt properly healed
They said to me that all in time
I’d learn to caress again
So there I lay upon the clay
One hand before my very heart
Singing the song I had to start.
To Love Me (day 2456)
Have you really known what it means to love me
Hand in hand with darkness we dance alone
Every little bit my heart has shaded
And I’m here again looking in.
When you slowly crawled into the waves I’ve blind
I turned my eyes with the sun following you down
Lights reflecting this glassy night
I follow the moon I never knew around.
Have you really known what it means to love me
Without softness to caress a breath I never had
Torment daily by a heart that isn’t mine
No words to call you here tonight.
Folly (day 1567)
These confessions of a dreamer
Leave me circling previous thoughts
With bold, easily identified colors
To indicate folly, where folly’s due.
It’s senseless to caress with timid eyes,
Without hunger biting down doors
And scratching the back of a ravenous beast.
I awake with my fingers gnarled around
Phallic dreams eloping with dense heat
Coiling into my dangerous heart,
Poised and set to pounce
Gaia’s Birth (day 1066)
And you crawl out
To where we sing.
To which we carry high
Lofty goals,
Lifting our honour
With romantically inclined love,
Like sweet mother Gaia
Discarding Winter’s white cloak
To dawn
Spring’s rainbow.
I cannot follow my empty thoughts
Through the havens of a darkened loft.
I live forever better
With your heart upon my hearth,
Warming every thought
As darknesses cold, cold moon
Falls asleep to Gaia’s waking sun;
Sweet nectar caress.
Alive like our emotion
Captured in long walks
Through Spring’s blooming alleys.
A landscape ere enliven.
Like sweet hanging fruit
– Summer’s lush temptation –
This lover’s ever clutch.
Anxious for turning seasons
As the fresh air soaks my dewy brow.
Can you not also give to great excitement?
I laugh and run wild a while,
For what is satisfaction
Void a lover’s yearning heart?
What worth is Summer
Dry from Spring’s never drought.
Whirlwind (day 933)
Leaves fly around the whirlwind
Sheltering the misunderstanding
From memories that crawl
Over cold stone floors
Scraping well-worn wooden chairs
Hollow echoes reverberating
Through the whirlwind
I cannot shelter a dove
One whose wings sweep the fresh air
Flapping through autumns deep and husky caress
I cannot Angel the Satanic circles
Pressed between my lips
Biting hard on the whirlwind
That stares, no, floats down my long nose
But then, just as long sands sweep starboard
Just as couches recede into forgiven nightmares
And as hollow steps fade into brisk airs of dawn
Whirlwinds shake down the last remaining hope
Caressing it with intimate kisses and blueberry muffins
And a comfort filled with such sentiment
Teddybears peel off their 2D stares and flicker smiles
That melt mirrors and write happiness into loose leaves
Floating off into the wide expansive whirlwind
Fever (day 598)
Washing off the whispers that have floated over my body from a lover isn’t as easy as it would seem. The emotions gather around and within and caress my soul until I fall down to my knees begging for forgiveness. I die as the silent wishes wash over my naked body laying in the cold moonlight that howls at my soul. And here, I cannot sleep for all the whispers float over my body. There, and there, there is where I float away from my secrets and fever to a land where no emotions flow.
Tropical Desire (day 555)
Sunset floods over my reclined body
Memories flutter through my brain
Longing and romancing and warming my soul
Like rum on rocks filling my belly
On this tropical evening date
Desire spreads ’round me in audible sounds
Round and round, swirling deep
People look, people stare
It’s not the sun, no
It’s desire pulsating through and out
It’s eruptions calling out: loud
In this spot warmth never leaves me
Rum never stops filling me
Longing all over me caresses the tropical sun
And puts me into familiar arms of desire
That deliver me to float on