A Moment With Her

A melody most profound fills the air.

Genuine, pure, infectious in nature,

It afflicts my fickle state as though by design,

And I wait with bated breath for the next.

The curl of her lip yields nothing less from mine.

Calculated though I fear it may be, I bite.

Beauty unforeseen, unknown to me,

Leaves me vulnerable, yet I now know bliss.

Exhale, warm and sweet…intimate.

Without care we indulge, assuring the other,

That taking what one gives is passion incarnate,

Each more exemplary than the last.

The universe stares back at me: green,

My new favorite color. I’m lost.

So hard to stare at such perfection,

Impossible to look away. I’m hooked.

A laugh, a smile…a shared breath, a glance…

A moment.

Fleeting yet eternal

In us.

Love

Tonight, I say, was best.

Regardless of all else,

She knows,

And I can sleep.

Yet, in dreams to come I know,

She’ll find her way to me:

The wanting looks, in no short supply,

Pulling me long into the void.

The breath of a moan, one most exquisite,

Knows my name and says it so.

The touch, though distant, no less real,

Has its grasp on me.

She longs. She longs for more than this.

I know it to be true.

However hard these times may be,

I know I’ll be content.

With little moments of ecstasy rearing,

Waiting to come again, I’ll make my way

Through the darker days, ones with no reply.

It simply must be so,

For with the light of darkest night,

I’ll as likely have her spirit. So free,

So powerful it glides along

The seams of infinity.

Thereby, with what time I have,

I commit to show her love.

Love in all forms, truer than she’s known,

Is my sole promise, to be kept forevermore.

So sleep, and sleep well. Know I’m here.

Whenever should you call or cry,

Whenever should you wish it so,

I’ll be the one. I’ll be yours.

Wet Windows

How great to see into the storm

But safely to atone.

A pane of glass alone should make

To keep a happy home.

Behind the glass, a lonely rain

Does wish to feel your touch,

But rest assured, those lovely seals

Will not allow for such,

For then you’d know the cold, the dark

Which should but windows know.

At least then that would all be shared,

But no more would you glow.

My windows held fast in the way

Of many a downpour

Until one day they came to break

Thanks to your love and more.

You took the rain, the wind, the pain

To share the burdens all.

One day, I hope that all should want

Their windows, so, to fall.