Romance

Three parts attraction,
Two parts timing,
Two parts mindful pace,
Three parts compatibility...

Go out and shake it together,
Stir occasionally at a metered pace.
Warm over good conversation,
Take your time, give it patience,
Take it slow and don't get burned.

Just Friends

We have reached the top; good as it gets.
Seen from two different perspectives-
The glass that is half full or half empty,
Mocks, fulfilling none. It's not enough.

My heart beats opposite yours,
I have too much and you have loss,
I am bursting while you are dry.
Is it better to be too full or empty?

My heart, the photographic negative,
Exactly the same, only different.
Though bursting, I can't fill yours,
Though dry, you can't relieve mine.

Time to just cut off the flow. sigh.
Though we shall stay connected.
Back to neutral, between joy and pain.
Freedom and peace- just friends.

Dream

In anticipation, I wait for you,
Waiting for when you come to me,
the thrill of the thought almost too much,
Intense desire for you; desire for US.

In restless dreams you know my name
You call me by name and invade
Moving as you please, dominate...
I'll submit, I am your sweet slave-

My pleasure; what ever your desire,
TAKE, take what ever you want.
I'm yours, yours alone and complete.
Pandoras box thrown open- hear me,

Hear me cry out in sheer ecstacy...
Sensual chocolate, Erotic spice.
Anticipation savored, but eventually-
We will devour, and then caress; satisfied.

Stuck between the day and the night,
Pulled each way by heart and mind,
No co-existing with light and dark,
And you can't actually grasp either.

Floating between sky and ground
Pondering former natural law
Weightlessness and elements,
Communication strong, no words

A fine line divides sleep and awake
Stretching my being taut and thin
Then twisted and twirled and bound.
Shouting whispers I wake; perplexed.

Self Deceit

I hear my heartbeat in my head

Like footsteps on the sand.

I know well my self deceit,

It washes up on land.



Cold, and it tastes like tears,

I stuff it down; say, "die."

The mirror image of my joy

So far yet shadowed nigh.



I squint my eyes against the light

That which invades my head,

I taste the truth and swallow it-

Wishing it were dead.



I hear the footprints in the sand,

Of times future and past,

I know my own self deceit,

And I know it cannot last.

Sweet moonlight.

Raging along at a quickened pace,
My thoughts and frustrations I try to outrace,
Working them out in the warm evening air,
Over my head, the streetlights glare.

Concentrating as my feet hit the ground,
heightened awareness, I feel my heart pound,
The sweat on my back as my body heats,
The length of my stride as I cross the streets...

I round a corner, catch sight of the moon,
I feel the breeze as my mind plays a tune,
My pace slows and I smell the green grass
I no longer feel the need to move fast.

The light of the moon in a darkened sky,
So beautiful I stopped to sigh,
I noted the wonderful things all around,
And headed home with the peace I found.

Hot Date

Oh a pretty shiny shell,
closed up nice and tight,
A very handsome man
wants to take me out tonight.

A crustacean hard and strong,
Can protect against the tide,
But it's nothing wonderful
If it's already dead inside.