Poem – When Love Blossoms

Poem – When Love Blossoms

When love blooms A blossom, the soft petals opening,beaconing like thewelcome armsthat enfolded mein warmth and safety. His arms, into which I run,give me such peacewithin the chaotic world… and…. within me. 2/16/1993

Poem – A blush

Poem – A blush

A blush…Hands glide over silken skinAs eyes touchWith the knowledge ofAncient soulsMeeting their mate for theFirst time. A kiss…The slow passion thatMerges one personWith anotherAlong a tempestuousJourney of the heartAnd mind. A breath…Leaving the bodyIn reminder thatOnce the physicalBonds are brokenSo much moreShall remain… –13-Nov-2000(27 years old)

Poem – Special Moments

Poem – Special Moments

Everyone has his or her special moment.That few seconds in the midst of lifeCausing you to pause.To Feel.To Think. An indefinable momentWhere you close your eyes,Tilt you head back and listen.Just listen… Hearing the quiet whisperingOf something within… 20 December 1999(27 years old)

Poem – Sauntering up quietly

Poem – Sauntering up quietly

How is having something like thissneaking up on you GOOD? I certainly didn’t’ expect it.Are not these thingssupposed to slam into you? Instead, it sauntered up quietlywith a gentle handand wrap you carefully in his armsuntil you suddenly realized–Even though you are miles awayyou feel like you have come home.And you still feel the warmth …

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Poem – Something Beautiful

Poem – Something Beautiful

Two figuresNestled together…One sitting in front of the other. His knees pulled up.His arms wrapped around them both. Behind him, his loverLeans forward and lanky arms looparound to hold the elegant human close. Two figuresEntwined together,One soul walking in front of the other. Summer 1997(24 years old)

Poem – I’m Curious

Poem – I’m Curious

I’m Curious as to why the wind blows,Or how often the rooster crowsIn the morning before dawn. There are many places I’d like to go,And many things I’ll never knowAbout this strange world in which we live. Yet, I often find myself believingThat things are not quite as deceivingAs one might suppose. And that, to …

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Poem – 100 days

Poem – 100 days

100 days untilwe meet again.My eyes close asExquisite memories engulf me…Your breath whispers against my cheek.Your lips ghost along my jaw. Anticipation pushes the air from my lungs.They are tight, and I open my eyes toGlance longingly over at theCalendar on my desk. 100 days… 09-05-01

Poem – A mouse called Wulf

Poem – A mouse called Wulf

His gleaming eyes on you–Every move carefully watched.All is noted.All is awed. His small grasping clawsMove in cautious motion.Never much noise makes he.Hardly a peep cried. Just Eyes,Ever-presentOn you and your being–The curious monstrosityHovering above himLike an ever-presentReminder of the imprisonmentThat holds him foreverFrom the freedom of his nature… 12/28/1990