Tag Archives: friendship

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

Feb 13 2014

now is absolutely beautiful

tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, as everyday should be, a celebration of all you love.

subtlerotic jazz

mixing with the mood,

a scent of burning candles,

softlite soothing the angles and edges

of where you are in my vision

a moment layered with presence

she sits in another room

elegantly playing the keyboards

communing in cyberspace,

my thoughts enveloping her

in a warm knitted shawl of pleasures

only a quantum moment ago,

just a couple Besame Mucho’s ago,

dinner on a valentine day hangover

an altogether enjoyably crimson delight

as it should be after all these years

having moved beyond the yours

and mine history, into now,

this room, this here

believing today to be

in this very moment

a continuous conception

of where we will always be

Feb 12 2014

I’m your quality control guy

leading up to Valentine Day #7

I’m your quality control guy for love

24/7 checking your parts is my kind of heaven

I’m Love On Wheels

and when you’re hungry

it’s three square meals a day and snacks in-between.

I’m your Maitre’D

You can sit anywhere you like

but I’d prefer you sit on me

I’m your Valet

You can park it in my lot any time of day

I’m your Mr. Fix It

I’ve got the tool, you’ve got the fixin

I’m your Chauffeur

Drive you anywhere but prefer to drive you insane – gently

I’m your Tour Guide

Everything in your imagination I can certainly provide

I’m your ubby

Crazy without you

Feb 11 2014

My Hands Are Making Love To You

Leading up to Valentine day a repost for #6

 

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

Feb 10 2014

The ways you walk beside me

Lead up to Valentine Day #5

 

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

 

as my spouse

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

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