and the
underbelly
of your
love,

is the
softest
place that
I have
ever
known...

as night
shade
shadows
dance
over us,

and angel
wings spread
to the
beatings
of our
hearts.

I reach out
to you.
to find
eternity
in your
eyes.

to see
the child in
my spirit
running
free.

to you
without
hesitation
or doubts,

as I hold
you still,

turning
pages
in the
dark

of whatever
forever
may bring...

this lazy
afternoon
sunlight,

will carry
me to
the charcoal
night.

where there
is only
one face
I want
to see.

waiting on
our
front
porch
for the
world
to know...

that you
belong
to me.

taking
nothing
for granted.

all is
a daily
prayer
in your
eyes.

and three
strong
souled
children
to raise
in God's
light.

and only
you will
do.

till death
do us
part.

with my
arms
raised
to heaven
high.

will
I go

and wait.

till God
brings
you

home

to me.

Out
of nowhere
from the
first time
we met,

I knew
someday

you
would be
one hundred
and one,
and I would
be one
hundred
and two,

bent to
our knees
in tenderness,
loved in
our hearts
full cirlce,

a sun
eclipsed
in love
over a
moon.

and rainbows
melting
above
our heads,

and gypsy"s
dancing
in our beds.

blame it
on our
youth.

one hundred
and one,

and one
hundred
and two.

it is
the small
of your
back
as my
leg
moves
across
it in
the
morning"s
first blessing
of light,

that excites
you moist.

the drape
of your
neck
as my
lips
move
in ecstasy
all
around
it.

as my
voice
whispers
everything
into your
ears.

the emptying
of souls
to one
another.

this vessel
dance
of you
and I.

that we
can never
partner
with anyone
else.

these
moments
in our
day.

that assure
us both
that we
would
never
need
to.

or want
to find
heaven's
golden
gates
alone...

As we
scrambled
out the door
this morning
like two
eggs in
a frying
pan,

I woke up
at the
bottom
of your
purse,

smiling
like a tabby
cat from
ear to
ear cause

you finally
took me
too..

amongst the
perfume
samples

and wrappers
of gum

and butter fly
Bobbi pins,

had to
catch my
breath

as you
bee lined
for highway 1

had to
lay on
a pad
of feminine
protection.

grab hold
as I
jumbled
against

the make-up
kit and
the silver
case

of your
I pod
glistening.

but there
I was
right where
I always
wanted
to be,

surrounded
by all

in your
world
you love
most.

and 'wanted'

feels
warm.

"can't do without it !"

feels like
heaven.

here,

in this
everyday

moment

with you...

I could
not bathe
here alone
without
you.

find solace
'in my mid
day tub.

kick my
tired socks
off
to the
laundry,

without
us to
massage
each others
feet.

taste the
droplets
of nectar
from your
full blossom
*******.

feel your
naked
hips lie
back
close between
my legs.

and then
to arise
from our
tub
in pleasure,

and sun
dry
upon our
bed.

as this
mid day
ritual has
become
us.

we smile.

and to
it we
daily

run.

and I think
of you
amongst
the falling
rain,

every
drop nourishes
within me
a dangling
thought that
I have
of you.

my heart
beats to
the rhythm
of your smile
and dances
to the  sound
of your
laughter
on this Sunday
morning.

and my sighs
ache to the
echo of your
desires as
you move
across our
bed.

diminishing
the passages
and space
between us,

revealing the
reflections of
ourselves,

the wizards
inside us
revealed with
the curtains
of our hearts
fully withdrawn.
on this Sunday
morning rain
with you..

afternoon thoughts 2/28

and I
will lay
me down
under the
isles of
your smiles,

and reach up
to your eyes
and sing to
your soul.
and beg to
your reason,
and dance
within
your circumstance
over and
over again.

like waves
making love
on some
distant shore,

I bend and
breach upon
you deep
and full,
bringing down
thunder upon
your crests.

and then
retreating still
to deep waters.
to fall in
love with
your smile
all over
again.

afternoon thoughts  3/17

and the
restlessness
of your eyes,
and the
sudden stir
of your hearts
beating.
finds me
here beside
you a captive
to your
smile.

no boundaries
to hinder me
no fences to
be mend,

innocence
of first kisses,
and the
surrendering
of old friends.