My eyes see more than I wish to see
my heart beat less every passing day
and love, well love I cannot say
if it was real as much as ideal.
But how do I miss an endearing look
as it wasn’t her more than it was me
the one weaving dreams
broken every time I misunderstood.
And now it just seems
life gives me the vision
to understand love when no longer near
and love, well love I can say my dear
was my life’s addiction
and then disappeared.
I strip love shedding dreams of gone lovers
leaving traces of forgotten names,
a constant yearn lonely night uncovers
when under sheets played the sweetest games.
And yearn a must such beauty I cannot find
comparing love in memories now gone
a certain look later life defined,
a parting kiss I followed thereon.
And now I seek to taste love same as then
in between her arms that eagerly embrace
I’ll try to find the magic lost when once again
in her body my lost wishes I’ll replace.
I strip love shedding dreams of times now past
eyes closed wishing her lips will be my last.
Write me a poem– you said
so I wrote on your skin
with the tip of my tongue
leaving traces when done
of desires in Spring
blooming love on your body.
And I crafted a rhyme
with each letter a taste
to the end with no haste.
Play the poem– you said
while the melody lingers
so with delicate fingers
I played softly your skin
with the cords on your thighs
hearing pleasurable sighs
from your lips like a song,
and the poem was done.