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Poetry: Warmest Affection

Poetry Warmest Affection

Closed my eyes
and
saw you there.

the
most radiant beauty
with
the loveliest stare.

kissed your lips
and
my heart went
where
there’s the strongest
passion
without even a
care.

held you close
and
my joy was
full
the warmest affection
from
me you pull.

Poetry: Love Is

Poetry Love Is

The very first poem I ever wrote, way back when in 1983. I was 19!

Love is a blossoming flower
a flowing river
a rising sun
an eagle’s flight.

Love is a soft word
a tender touch
a twinkle of an eye
an embrace.
Love is caring
sharing
being
daring.

Love is you and me
him and her
she and he
we and they
Love is a blossoming flower.

Poetry: Time It Fades

Poetry Time It Fades

Poetry that I have written for my lovely wife, Rebecca. Presented today for the first time anywhere! Visit her blog at My Faces of Life.

There are many who long persist
pondering on what they have missed
and so they sit and sadly dwell
upon past dreams that cast no spell.

And those who on the future muse
whose fortune is for them to choose
missing moments their present sum
dreaming of days that never come.

Others settle on when and how
to live within the here and now
live each moment as their last
Ignore the future and the past.

But when I gaze into your eyes
it’s there I wonder all my whys
so in them life comes into view
so time it fades becoming you.

Poetry: And More

Poetry And More

Poetry that I have written for my lovely wife, Rebecca. Presented today for the first time anywhere! Visit her blog at My Faces of Life.

Swift across
the forest floor
running
with her fear
looking for
a long ago
a chamber tomb
buried there.

See her trance
see her gaze
she knows she’s
near
where sorrow
stays.

Through trusted woods
past silent trees
to the stillness of
the lake
she silent prays
on bended knee
her soul
for God to take.

Weak from desolations
rage from desolations
wrath
sickly from the
rotting stench
strewn across her path.

Defended by hounds
of hell
beyond that
fiery blaze
Mother knows where
sorrow lives
where it hides
and plays.

Hear the echoes
hear the cries
beyond
the shore
sweet intention
dies.

Such memories
illusions meant
for days
that never were
delusions cast
into a grave
from which
they’ll never stir.

Within the depths
of trusted woods
nearest to the shore
she keeps a secret
to herself and more
and more and more.

Poetry: Skin To Skin

Poetry Skin to Skin

Poetry that I have written for my lovely wife, Rebecca. Presented today for the first time anywhere! Visit her blog at My Faces of Life

Can you feel me
watching you
from across
the room
from the shadows.

I see you
your absinthe eyes
smoky windows
your essence
in the dark
your form
body of my body

guarded
by a silent moon.

Come to me
bring me
your worlds
your divinities
your essence
that I may
protect them
bring me
your calamities
your tragedies
your heartaches
that I may
eviscerate them

cast them
into oblivion.

Embrace me
touch my body
feel how my
skin burns
for you
how my
heart pounds
for you
how I sweat
for you

cling to me
clutch me.

Let me taste you
taste your lips
upon mine
feel how they
quiver
for you
feel how our
breath
escapes us
a hurricane
of need
of want
of desire
in our kiss

the sweet nectar
of our longing.

As the
crescent moon
casts his
jealous gaze
upon your
rapturous face
I am undone
as we tremble
skin to skin
panting sighing
pulling you
tightly to me
I think to myself

“Ik ben thuis, (I am home)
Ik ben thuis!” (I am home!)

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