All these things we will do

Play gently and listen wisely

Watch contentedly while one learns

Laugh softly with pleasure

As each tasks completes

Closer minds and hearts

i feel your hands on my brow at night

I feel your kisses on my eyes lightly

I fell your finger trace my lips softly

I feel your breath as you trace my neck

To secret places




I feel yourself against my thigh so strongly

I feel fullness as you embrace my sweetness

I feel tenderness as your breath fills my ears

I feel the strength of your words as we move

   To secret places




I feel the warmth of you inside my soul

I feel your words as they rattle around

I feel the pleasure they give as they land

I feel the laughter erupting as we travel

   To secret places

I want someone to miss my smell

I want someone to laugh when  the egg lands beside the frying pan

I want someone to yearn for my cold feet in the small of thier back

I want someone to smile when i tell the same story the third time




I want to feel your small jerks at nite waking my slumber

I want to smile when your laugh walks in before you do

I want to feel my hand engulfed my yours

I want to know that you still are

From ruins rise great things

Wisdom and insight become

Invinsible to small stones thrown

From mundate comes majesty

Glowing with the inner sense

That all will become from whence it began

From mighty comes minute

Cycle of life continues

No great words remain but round again

You were a face on a page

Giggling eyes and fuzzy brow

Staging for all to see

Simple scenes to play

Meaning deeply hidden

Words gave vague direction







I was a face an a page

With a look of who knew what

Glaring out to say I dare

Boldly written words

Meaning openly stated

Words giving complete directions




We are faces no longer on a page

Looking eye to eye in wonder are we

No lines to read or staged direction

Creating new beginnings to rehearse

A conversation to continue

i am scared of you

i am sacred of loving you

i am scared of the fit of you

you fit to close on me

if i had to take you off--i could not stand the cold

the nakedness of my soul

you cover me fully me

so that no part is left unnoted




i am a part of you now

i do not know if we are a pair

mated by the hands we cover

i am complete when you cover me

with each touch of your hand

the giggle in your eye or the glee in your voice




i am engrained in you

love is present in my hands

when they are fitted with you

your fit is not tight or nor loose

but right to the length and width of my hand

you bend with me when i move

and i stretch when you reach for dreams

fitted are we to each other, i hope

i have no fear of death nor great excitement in life

quietly I walk with each in deep meditation while

holding conversations of the ordinary and the mundane

each brings topics  to speak on and I listen with reverence

while debates rage around my head with pontificating pace

points pondered, pages cited and notations made

I am simply a spectator on the sidelines watching

the play and waiting for the ending that is written for me

neither of the actors understand my part

so busy  in imagined creativity they cannot

note how carefully I play each role given until

the final scene and curtain drawn