To Paddle One's Canoe Over Still Waters
Seeming storylines are child's play
Appearing to you like 'tis
something funny
Out of our little trembling political
situation
If only stars are the silent majority
They must twinkle—endlessly, without a noise
No matter how far we are,
theoretically
The light year spanned space-time
to have brought
me to you
—wondering, now, if vice versa is
also
true
In a sense of delight that had made
young lovers swoon
'Tis a mother's loving caress to a
newborn
A perfect love of Astrological
compatibility
And forever they will
choose to share lovingkindness
—to each other & for others.
—
As well.
As your head nestles upon my softness
I caress the image of you.
I hold the grace of the moment in my fingertips.
Tracing soft, parted lips,
stroking the rough stubble from jaw to chin
closed eyes revel in my touch.
Sensuous pleasures echo through the hint of morning's blush,
bringing forth a radiance that softens the mantle of darkness.
Eyes of my soul gaze adoringly,
anticipating only shadows of you.
The curves and angles of your handsome, contented face,
the smoothness of your sculptured chest,
your hazelnut body draped serenely across my own.
I silently reach for you
savoring this reflection for days to come.
Bittersweet as you fly away from this moment...
cherishing the reclaiming of the next.
I was prperly answering
your questions
It's not even twenty
to eat in portions
The answers bloomed
not for what flower I pick
Life is just a comment
but taken like a picnic
If fancied lightly, piecemeal
Jolted freely as my will
When jarred, olden sill
To find but very real
Then demons as we all
angels are good
But they both agree
In some thought would
Personalities
we hide and show
Turning entities
outside time's window
The grainy study
Of mankind
Assertive because
'Tis not refined