I once got lost,
In the depths of time,
Where the fire was my friend,
And as the light of the flame guided me,
Through the dark alleyways of the maze they call history,
I came upon a watch.
And on the front of this watch
Was inscribed a quote,
Telling of the misfortune of the lands from which it came.
I called it the shadow game,
And,
As it lured me further into the depths of the invisible labyrinth,
It became clear that it was not true.
It had all been a rouse,
One which I had been naive enough to believe,
With all my heart.
And as I cried for help,
In the darkness of the maze,
I realised I was alone,
Lost,
In a puzzle never to be solved.
And I looked to the front of the watch again.
Only in the darkness can you see the stars
So I looked up,
And sure as sure,
I saw the galaxies of our ever expanding universe,
Floating above my head,
And I realised I was not alone,
And never would be.

Hey, avalanche smile,
where's the security on those eyes?
How can your soul stay so warm behind raw open windows?
Ghost lashes a blur along the edges,
centers the color of taking a break from your walk around campus
under a tree on a drizzly morning.
I imagine my heart a jumble of wires, avalanche smile.
The occasional spark, almost painful to the chest,
but honest eyes hurt more.

by
rgpage


nuzzled tightly to his chest
she quietly begs him stay,
her gentle touch  along his arms
says ‘please my love don’t go away.’

her soft lips tenderly touch his mouth
with kisses as warm as a summer’s eve.
wrapping her tightly in his arms
he lets her know that he won’t soon leave.

staring wistfully into each other’s eyes
as busy fingers silently toil,
garments loosened and cast aside,
as eager love’s longing begins its slow boil.

taking their time and guarding their urges
not letting this passion’s moment be lost.
to inner emotions brought to a boil
so often the payment of love’s urgent cost.

with muscles taut he draws her near
while inner butterflies stretch their wings.
naked bodies as yet unexplored  
a course is set toward splendorous things.

kissing, caressing, an **** of motion
his fingertips track her silky soft skin.
his huge hands gently cupping her *******,
embarked on an evening of beautiful sin.

with a look in her eyes of a young lover’s trance
her hands glide o’er his youthful frame.        
in time  fingers find their way to their mark
his desire’s aroused in love’s youthful game.    

to bed now they go with its cool sheets waiting
they’ve said that they’ll know when the time is right.
   supporting her frame as he lowers her down
for them their time’s now as their bodies unite.

by
rgpage  

the days of age are finally here
and me now old with body cold,
my life has come a struggle.
our children now grown and out on their own.
with their children to guide from trouble.

yes the time is fall the sky is grey,
the leaves are red and gold.
the seasons parse our waning days
much shorter now, as we continue growing old.

my wife I see, not old like me
in the course of the many years.
her supple skin magnetic smile
my memories of her youth so clear.

my thoughts go back through numerous years
our children then were small,
to friends then lost with all our tears
in youthful days, i see them one and all.

back then no thoughts of getting old.
no worrying about a future maze .
we couldn’t see through a foggy haze,
we lived our days so bold.

the days of age we didn’t know
nor did we give them thought.
we were young and life was fun
we didn’t see reality’s sting, or
think that we’d ever be caught.

the days of age are upon us now
life’s circle almost complete.
with family and friends that have gone on ahead
we’ll see them again when we meet.

You always come to mind at dark.

Your flesh dissolves
through my open hands--

your scent becomes fleet
and pale.

Sometimes I'll inhale
a warm clove of you

but more often


I inhale you through.