Tag Archives: couples

May 4 2022

The Ways You Walk Beside Me

couple vettriano-butler

couple vettriano-butler

 These are the ways we walk together.

Forgotten fears, footsteps behind us

dissipating in the laughter

of our growing old together,

capable of having too much fun

as my friend

in the garden we long since planted

with the soil of our spirit and desire,

you enrich my union with the earth,

your water nourishes

the very root of my being me.

you look upon me without judgment

and when momentarily I lose sight of who I am,

I turn to my friend

and your light is always in the window,

the way to your heart always open

 –

it is you I come to

when I want to be alone

and need to be held

 as partners

Palm-to-palm fingers entwined

in wonder of the world around us,

venturing in unknown surprise

in a no fault relationship

trusting we are there for each other.

we talk to one another

and I am in awe of your wisdom.

we share our space,

I am saturated with your nearness.

 –

side by side in cadence,

indivisible in the light

leaving one set of footprints

in the silt and sands of our memories.

I will be forever courting you in delight

 

your lover

unblushingly undressed

before the mistress of my passions,

you lovingly invite my touch,

my humbled hands

conduct a symphony of joy.

you welcome the heat of my desire,

my body enters sacred ground

finds fulfillment in your fantasies.

my love lies down to sleep

beside me

the companion

of my dreams,

your soft hands

laying beside my head

holding the night together.

I close my eyes knowing

when I wake

you will be there beside me

waiting as the dawn waits for daylight.

you say my name, goodmorning

and I am at peace with myself

  

mi esposa

there is no bond between us.

no neediness or wantfullness,

only loving the warm comfort

in a winter’s darkness of our flesh

folding over one another.

a husband

needing to come home to only you

to catch the moonlight

as it lays shadows across your body,

wanting always to breathe you in

Feb 14 2015

Valentine Day 2015

 Remember when

 

On this Valentine Day three poems from my book “Ageing Beautifully in Light of You” for Candy:

Classy / Adorable / Naughty / Devine / Yes!

 When Dawn Breaks Across the Stillness of the Night

 

 when dawn breaks across

the stillness of the night

and daylight filters through dreams

of all we have pleasured and pained

 

we are there for each other

 

unboundedly wrapped in arms and legs,

anchored to the soft and wonderful,

a wedded link to the possibility

of all that is beautiful in a relationship

where someone listens, someone cares.

 

mornings are made for us

our days open in a dance

of warmth and loving,

one with the passage of light

no shadows in and out

of our hours together and apart.

 

the grumps, frumps and frailties of aging,

churning out the chapters of lives lived,

melt beneath the covers             drift away

with each passing moment

of each and every day

 

we have the pleasure of our company

 

 

and the comfort of knowing

in our heart and soul

we are fearlessly where we want to be.

yesterdays sauntered aimlessly

and lulled about heaven

casting no shadow

leaving seldom behind

now it’s all in a day’s grace

this loving space we are in,

walking giftedly beside each other

no less favored then before

but lighter footsteps and fewer doors

with a companion to love, trust and adore

 

as we journey now,

on the evening of our lives

toward a sunset of the visible light

more spring than fall

more time trailing behind us

than to be laid down

 

the life we share is not the beginning

for we have always known each other

 

nor will it be the end

for we will always be together

time and time again

 

red rose

 

My Hands Are Making Love To You

 

My hands are making love to you all the time

they’ve discovered a world of their own

humbly satisfying my senses fully

they don’t just hold hands with you

they caress, fondle, grip, squeeze and tease

dance on the tips of your fingers

touching , exploring, reveling

entwined in you

It is the laying on of hands

my hands holding on

to what the heart knows to be true

My hands make love to you walking down the street

alone with you in a crowd

they unembarrassingly make love in public

exploring privately only what my soul can know

before you entered the rest of my life

my hands began to turn downward

they were being pulled earthward

growing heavy, arthritic  and tempered

they are free now to conduct your music

sculpt the soft sensual clay of you

trace your lips into a smile

and draw you close to me

write a poem or two

to say I love you

 red rose

Count Me In

 

The heart and soul of a couple are not immune to despair,

for the wear and tear of the ego will always be there.

The mind is ever capable of wandering

down dark alleys and wallowing

in the wasteland of what’s it all about.

So, if one day, doubt enters on a word

trailing with it sleepless nights all too surreal,

nothing as always is ever the same

and you need a friend to say I love you

count me in

If codependency means someone to lean on

in times of anxiety and pain,

if it’s pickup when you’re down,

a smile upon a frown,

or simply someone to be there

just to know you are around

count me in

If you need someone to talk to,

someone to listen and hear you

cry it out, SHOUT IT OUT,

or just to be there

which is really what it’s all about

count me in

 It goes without saying that it works both ways.

If you wake in the morning wanting

to be there, thankful for being alive,

in stride with the love of your life,

that’s not dependency, it’s just

I’m your husband and you’re my wife.

There’s nothing wrong with sharing

both the highs and the lows of every day’s caring,

believing that you can, without a doubt,

depend on one another to say

count me in

Nov 27 2014

My Angels Are Beside Me – Audio

A re-post for Thanksgiving

 

This is a prayer to guide you, knowing the angels are beside you,

and you are worthy of all that the universe has to offer.

 

When the chaos of the moment

clutters and clouds your mind,

and the choices that confound you

are fogged by the choices left behind,

center and embrace the stillness

in order to find inside

what it is that you need to do,

and what you need to change about yourself.

Believe you can make a difference,

knowing you are not the savior of this world.

Be aware that if you delay any longer

in making positive moves,

you will deplete your energy.

You will no longer be able to walk through the door

your angels hold open for you.

Knowing that what you resist will always persist,

do not avoid the issues that confront you,

for they will always be waiting in the shadows

you have yet to leave behind.

Of what you say and think, always take care,

for your words and thoughts have wings.

They can drag you into a place of despair,

or lift you up, to a better space than here.

You are up to this momentary struggle and strife,

this daunting challenge of your changing life.

You are whole,

you are focused,

you are here and happy

doing nothing more than

something that gives you joy,

and brings you peace of mind.

You deserve the best that life can offer,

and you must begin to do for you.

Visualize it. Taste it. Feel it.

And most of all believe

that what you are looking for

is waiting on the other side of the door,

and through it effortlessly, you will slide.

 

the-angel by Erte

the-angel by Erte

Nov 14 2014

My Hands Are Making Love to You – Audio

Re-post for a Friday evening

Google Image

Google Image

My hands are making love to you all the time

they’ve discovered a world of their own

humbly satisfying my senses fully

they don’t just hold hands with you

they caress, fondle, grip, squeeze and tease

dance on the tips of your fingers

touching , exploring, reveling

entwined in you

It is the laying on of hands

my hands holding on

to what the heart knows to be true

My hands make love to you walking down the street

alone with you in a crowd

they unembarrassingly make love in public

exploring privately only what my soul can know

before you entered the rest of my life

my hands began to turn downward

they were being pulled earthward

growing heavy, arthritic  and tempered

they are free now to conduct your music

sculpt the soft sensual clay of you

trace your lips into a smile

and draw you close to me

write a poem or two

to say I love you

Nov 8 2014

There are times when a hug -audio

This is a re-post of a poem with the recording.   I am so fortunate to live in a community where hugs and kisses are a natural expression.

 

There are times when a hug

is all the warmth your body needs

is enough to quench the thirst of a parched soul

is exactly what the spirit holds onto

In particular the moment you close your eyes

when your thoughts seek solace in the comfort of sleep

or just before the sun rises in the predawn silence

when doubt lays hidden in the shadows

and expectation is still asleep.

These two momentary pauses,

the pinnacles of the pendulum of life

before it swings from dawn to dusk

from day to night –

are the way stations, the rest stops,

the benches on the Path,

where hugs are waiting

for every soul that journeys

through the darkness and the light

When for whatever reason the embers burn so low

only hope and love will stay the cold

that settles in the bones,

the well is dry and the thirst remains,

the memory and the promise of a hug

wets the lips and warms the heart

Art by Candis Flesher-Dodds

Art by Candis Flesher-Dodds

Posted to open link night 129 dVerse Poets Pub

Apr 19 2014

50/50 Odds On Love

love-in-the-afternoon. Andrew Wyeth

love-in-the-afternoon. Andrew Wyeth

 

maybe you can make it

if you forget about the odds

 

slip them under the pillow

while you’re learning to love

 

be honest

be gentle with your secrets

 

take long walks through your bodies & taste everything

wash each other

 

play the lead in your production

and let your partner steal the show

 

grow raindrops together

& watch them flower

 

commit your possessions to the hours

for you may have a lifetime

to parade

to flaunt

 

to wrap quietly around your minds

and warm you

Apr 11 2014

In a Heartbeat

Alex Katz Upside Down Ada - WikiPainting.org

Alex Katz Upside Down Ada – WikiPainting.org

 

In a heartbeat of a single moment

measured in time

In the strange attraction

of the unpredictability of a lifetime passing,

 

imagining you are where you want to be

waking in the morning thankful

for the chance to have it this way.

The love, the joy,

the wonder of each day

opening in a dance of warmth and loving.

 

Or even better,

 

being who you want to be

igniting a passion for life that scintillates in light,

dancing in the dream of limitless wonder

sharing that which only you can be

your unique and special gift

for doing what you absolutely love to do

 

 

paused momentarily on the Eden of day and night,

all your memories gently washing over you,

receding in waves of recollection

casting ashore the sands of dreams

in and out of your imagination,

silhouettes and salutations balancing the outline

and inner word of your particular story

 

better still,

 

imagine you are with whom you want to be

this very moment wrapped in arms and legs,

anchored to the soft and beautiful

wedded to the possibility of all

that is wonderful in a relationship

 

where seashells lace the tides separating day and night,

 

where the future, waiting on your light,

 

enters your present one moment at a time.

Apr 9 2014

Uncoupled

the-lovers-rene-magritte

The Lovers is a painting by French surrealist Rene Magritte, created in 1928. Museum of Modern Art in New York City.

 

what is it that I must learn from you?

why am I in your lifetime

sharing your space

privy to the dark side of your moons

 

I see you stripping away

at one another

scarring the fragile surface

that separates and bonds

the his and her of you

 

becoming in my awkward view

the antithesis of one another

the very thing

you least like about yourself

 

in the midst of your screaming frustration

silence stands beside me,

arms folded, arrogantly listening

as your voices jab at one another,

incessantly, mercilessly shredding

any sense of oneness

 

certainly it’s not that I need to be

so foreign to my present

to be outside looking in

 

or that the experience,

so opposite to the wonder

of the loving relationship

I now share, needs a reality slap.

it can’t be a lesson in white & black

I’ve been to the dark side

of my moon and back

 

it’s not that I have any power

to influence the paths you have chosen,

the negative vortex,

spaces you’ve created around yourselves

nor would I

 

I guess it’s not

what I can glean from you

or what I could

possibly do for you

 

it’s more what I can learn about myself

accepting where I am

who I am

in the midst of turbulence

tearing away

at the very flesh and soul

of what we could all be

 

if only

one stopped

and listened

to one another

 

I mean really listened

Feb 9 2014

So Right Sunday Morning

Lead up to Valentine Day #4

 

 

Sometimes the combination comes together

no history no future or promise

subtle light mixture of music

mellowed by the hum of a gentle fan

slightly chilling the cabernet

 

her recipe simmered with soft words

fresh basil

finely sliced carrots

little round tubes of pasta

stirred briefly in butter until tender

carefully allowing flavors to transfer

 

her love lubricating, exhilarating

her laughter intoxicating

 

old pleasures renewed

sharing the moment as if it was planned

 

ingredients picked fresh from her garden

so right you could taste it

 

so right

that it’s all about loving you

Feb 8 2014

Places that hold an energy of love

Countdown to Valentine Day #3

 

 

There are places that hold an energy of Love

once planted there it never leaves.

 

You can come back to it time and time again,

it’s like you’ve never been away.

 

There are precious spaces

where everything you see around

is of your making.

 

The visual comes from the heart.

The sensation of moment,

a memory of that very day

Love came into the space and stayed.

 

It’s in the breeze that gently plays upon your skin,

and in the sound of silence,

where the music of Love begins.

Feb 7 2014

Ageing Beautifully in Light of You

Countdown to Valentine Day #2

 

 

Aged to perfection

in wood hewn for music

 

the instrument of love so made

the hands that crafted it

lay open in perfect harmony

with the gift of knowing it is right

 

the hands that play it

weep for the beauty of its sound.

 

I asked for you

God guided you to me

knowing you were here all along

all I needed, was to become aware

 

through action and word

we manifest the love within us

 

you are all that I perceive

that is one with me

you are my intent, my desire,

 

the time within this hour

where dreams seem real

Feb 6 2014

when the urge hits

 What would Valentine Day be without a poem or two, or maybe eight.  Here’s the first one we all should be able to relate to.

when the urge hits

them in the crotch

a whole new vocabulary

enters the bloodstream

with whiskers sprouting

on his chin

his eyes wide open

he pokes along the sidewalk

skipping cracks –

she develops

out of pavement

her margarita cups

poking thru a trans

parent top

she slaps him

on the ass

with a passing

glance that breaks

his mothers back

and they are hooked

he struts along behind her

like a peacock

having just eyed a rainbow

Dec 31 2013

When Dawn Breaks Across the Stillness of the Night

when dawn breaks across

the stillness of the night

and daylight filters through dreams

of all we have pleasured and pained

we are there for each other

unboundedly wrapped in arms and legs,

anchored to the soft and wonderful,

a wedded link to the possibility

of all that is beautiful in a relationship

where someone listens, someone cares.

mornings are made for us

our days open in a dance

of warmth and loving,

one with the passage of light

no shadows in and out

of our hours together and apart.

the grumps, frumps and frailties of aging,

churning out the chapters of lives lived,

melt beneath the covers             drift away

with each passing moment

of each and every day

we have the pleasure of our company

and the comfort of knowing

in our heart and soul

we are fearlessly where we want to be.

yesterdays sauntered aimlessly

and lulled about heaven

casting no shadow

leaving seldom behind

now it’s all in a day’s grace

this loving space we are in,

walking giftedly beside each other

no less favored then before

but lighter footsteps and fewer doors

with a companion to love, trust and adore

as we journey now,

on the evening of our lives

toward a sunset of the visible light

more spring than fall

more time trailing behind us

than to be laid down

the life we share is not the beginning

for we have always known each other

nor will it be the end

for we will always be together

time and time again

Dec 31 2013

Count Me In

The heart and soul of a couple are not immune to despair,

for the wear and tear of the ego will always be there.

The mind is ever capable of wandering

down dark alleys and wallowing

in the wasteland of what’s it all about.

So, if one day, doubt enters on a word

trailing with it sleepless nights all too surreal,

nothing as always is ever the same

and you need a friend to say I love you

count me in

If codependency means someone to lean on

in times of anxiety and pain,

if it’s pickup when you’re down,

a smile upon a frown,

or simply someone to be there

just to know you are around

count me in

If you need someone to talk to,

someone to listen and hear you

cry it out, SHOUT IT OUT,

or just to be there

which is really what it’s all about

count me in

It goes without saying that it works both ways.

If you wake in the morning wanting

to be there, thankful for being alive,

in stride with the love of your life,

that’s not dependency, it’s just

I’m your husband and you’re my wife.

There’s nothing wrong with sharing

both the highs and the lows of every day’s caring,

believing that you can, without a doubt,

depend on one another to say

count me in