She stands so solid,
on a sea of gold corn,
fields stretch for miles
in the place she was born,
he stands there hovering
over a sea of blue,
endless horizons
and plenty to do.
Waves enter both realms
washing their presence,
with delights of love
and human essence,
hers' whispy and light
in autumnal breeze,
his dancing and playful
despite winters freeze.
Combine harvesters plow
through that field of gold,
Ships hew the deep blue
with bowsprits so bold,
Dust and spray jump
and mingle in the air
and compound in unison
love, devil may care.
Hearts in the cornfield,
hearts in the sea,
hearts together,
a rare unity,
eyes that observe
each others domain,
both visions dance
in summers' warm rain.
The sea ebbs and flows
and stays the same place
The golden corn grows
in that special warm space,
Their hands never touch
yet their hearts are one,
like sea and field,
natures' work done.
A Five Course Meal
Starter
Like a bowl of soup,
warmth to my lips,
embraces my throat in a dish
of pure awakening.
Entree
A delicacy of nature's best,
She melts in my mouth
and settles like a caress from heaven.
Side
A concoction of lifes platter,
immeasurably enhanced
by time and living, and sits beside me,
a true accomplishment.
Main
What a sizzler,
flowing juices to my touch,
hot sensual exquisiteness,
a rarity dancing circles around my plate.
Dessert
She loves me,
And I her, forever it seems,
her ice cream to my maple syrup,
and left untouched we melt
in each others nearness.
Chat Room
*********
It Started with an Online Chat
Yeah, we talked
talked for the first time on the phone
our loneliness quashed with nervous words
and platitudes, once uttered online
the PC our only touch, but now,
she is real, breathing love to my ear.
It started with a chat,
helping a sufferer through her marital
breakup and drunk husband trouble,
she and I advising with no clue who we were
until I passed my chat logon's
and she called me up later, thank you God.
"Your photo is cute, in a rugged sort of way,
and I like your name, sounds.......different",
four hours later, then five days,
we spoke, and it was real then, even though
the net was real too, but just hearing her
breathe made the difference.
Now we are crazy,
crazy in love,
crazy writing letters,
crazy making phonecalls long distance,
insane with the utter belief we love each other
immensely.
I sit here in New Zealand, 8.57pm
and she is asleep dreaming of me
in the US Virgin Islands under tropic night sky,
I dream of her when I am awake
and of us holding hands and walking
in white coral sands.
I dream of her when I can, when
I least expect to dream of anything,
I have her photo, she smiles at me daily
and when she rings, I see and hear her,
one day we will add touch, physicality,
yet we touch each other now, not the same.
Yes, I dream, and she dreams
and no one would ever have dreamt it possible
in the real world.
Black Food
**********
She stands there,
tantalisingly,
at the foot of the bed.
Black baby doll, sheer,
sillk stockings shiny,
in the early morning glow.
A smile on her face,
teasing, and enticing
licks ruby red lips, her tongue.
I pull the covers to my chin,
naked, ready to be consumed
pass my glaze to her laced V.
She climbs on the bed,
that look, only hers, for me
walks towards her goal.
I close my eyes and think 'maneater'.
Feel her toes of one foot,
trace a delicate line over a chest
now heaving with anticipation.
A shiver escapes, shakes pores open
as her slender foot traces a trail
down to my groin, groan.....
I see her smile, brings her hand from
behind her back, a pikelet,
with strawberry jam, and whipped cream.
She bites into it, jam on her lips,
whipped cream oozing over a tongue
that dances delight, and hunger.
Lick my lips, and she asks-
"Breakfast, honey, or, or..."
she smiles deliciously, seductive.
I admire her again, black lace, black silk,
red red lips and white chin,
my tummy rumbles, but deep.
Eternity just is......
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Sit here with broken heart,
a head caved-in in grief.
Solitude cries a hungry wolf,
baying through a wilderness
of an empty apartment,
the scent of your gaminess
long wafted from barren portals.
I form paper mache clowns
to tease my sense of self,
laugh at me like I do at Oprah,
when she has some fat woman on
saying this is her fourth diet,
and it works!
The landlord my only visitor,
said he was sorry, he liked her too,
I just spat in a pair of discarded Nikes,
rang her number over again,
hearing the footprints of the busy signal.
Somehow the barrel of the 12 guage
didn't seem big enough.
I lived this way for forty five years,
one love, never held, never forgotten,
cried every anniversary, made your
favourite Mocha Spider, with coke,
hoped the door would knock.
You'd be welcome, always.
I thought I saw you once,
knew it was a dream, you were too young,
still it made me go home and open the album,
touch you one more time, just there
where we spent eons playing.
The doctor diagnosed me clinically deranged,
you have that affect on people,
I so hope your future loves
loved you like I still do.
Oh Baby
Ooh baby
lick my lips
sup of my desire
play me like a cello
bass moans and highs
reaching for a climatic
crescendo.
When blue tunes
set erotic mood
sway with sensation
love elevation
yearn for release
a wave washes
memories away.
On the morn
life is reborn
made anew with
vigourous passion
a symphony erupted
now lava cools
time for life.
The Lady and the Dumps
***********************
She smiles a crooked grin,
cries ruefully in a coffee cup
that's brim full of salty tears,
tries to drink her misery
it only gets worse.
He tries a smile,
here and there, adds sugar
and a touch of humour,
yet still the salt out-tastes
his earnest intentions, what to do?
Changes the subject many times,
yet through the screen
her misery explodes,
sending sounds of harshness
and desperation to all who see.
They talk about the small things,
try to focus away from the area
of deep concern, she warms a little,
yet another subject brings a misery face,
they find themselves trying to float.
He suggests she read a poem or two,
maybe a couplet here and there,
his ones of course, they make her smile,
so she does, and she feels his words,
touches a place she had forgotten.
Her humanity! Eaten away by self,
slowly comes to the realisation
her depression is a self generated thing,
beats a hasty retreat into reality
comes to the conclusion, it's nothing.
They taste the new glass of wine,
poured from the meeting of minds,
an aroma of love and understanding
tinged with the reality of distance,
yet the taste is no longer bittersweet.
They raise their glass, sup of each other,
a problem shared, a problem halved,
the salty tears washed away and replaced
with a certain sureness that things will be,
suddenly smiley faces replace the gloom.
Pangs of Desire
***************
Can you feel the pain
as the rawhide bowstring draws,
and the notched hickory
spears a beeline for your ache.
Do you feel the yearning
as the love of that action
releases itself unburdened,
on your waiting heart.
Imagination racing hot,
the intent of your attacker
plain to see, but the passion,
contents of a mystery.
Bow down to your feelings,
look to the stance of the bowholder,
and receive whatever pangs
of desire are sent your way.
