Just

Just the tilt of your head

Just the faintest smile or

The way a lock of hair

Falls on your neck.

Just the slightest brush

Of your hand,

The image of your face

In my mind

And the exquisite brown

Of your eyes,

These capture my heart

With invisible strands

Of pure love.

I present myself to you

With a willing heart and

With open arms

I invite you

Inside my soul.

Friday Morning

You've spoiled mornings for me,

No longer can I remain oblivious

To the morning.

I awoke this morning reaching

And the blanket didn't hug back.

No warmth this morning.

I called your office this morning

And the voice said,

She's not here today.

Now I sit here writing pointless lines

Beside a frigid telephone.

I missed you this morning.

Breath

Her voice

Just her voice

The love in her voice

The timbre

The cadence

The joy

Of her voice.

Let me live in it

Sleep with it

Bathe in it.

Just her voice

Her breath

Let me inhale it

Become one with it

Use it for my songs

My breath

And hers

Coupled.

Horizontal Dance

Twisting and turning

Tangling the sheets

Half off the bed

Half out of my mind

Wholly in love with you.

Clenching the pillow

Holding my breath

Half on the bed

Calling your name

Almost to heaven

With you.

Woman fragrance

Fills the room

A mixture of passion

Blended by two,

The magic elixir of

Me plus you.

Love Stuff

For the next few days my blog will contain poems about love...if you are offended by such things please don't read them. For the rest of you (I am pretending that a lot of people read my blog) I hope you enjoy them. I believe that love is love is love, no matter what form it takes and is certainly not restricted by gender, age, or any other human concocted prohibition. Besides, this is my blog and I will put whatever I feel is important to me. I am not sure why I am feeling so paranoid about this...maybe just old insults are surfacing. Anyway......