CRUEL…IN THIS WORLD
07/24/2016/AF

cruel….in this world
so cold
safest in one’s arms
so loving
deepest faith
in all the words we share
gracious, kind and true
the everlasting kindness
of a smile
eyes that never wonder
and look straight into
yours
the kiss so sweet
soft and moist
but gentle as it builds
and yet it seemed so far remote
that the end could never
possibly come to a halt
stopping what was so
physically magnificent
the flame so never ending
as it remained so bright
but the embers slowly lost
their low
hoping as to never fade
in a world so “cold”
and leave “us”
ever so lonely

“whispers” june 8, 1991 4:30pm

i was half screamed out of space; i was
whispers i heard so far distant
wondered did i, real; dream; or was it
myself calling me back?
kissing the clouds my mind was and so
kissed them i did!
my passions rose beyond rose, i lifted
myself from where i thought i was; had been
i embraced those whispers, i did begin
as if love itself was calling
i held them gently tight; caressed each and every
pour of them; felt their softness; their curves
their smoothness; their rounds; their skin where bumps
rose from my fingers touch; the wetness from where
it oozed
and came stronger and closer; even the smell of them;
the whispers did
i enveloped myself around those whispers; i did
they quivered; they shivered; and fell soft into
my arms deep; they did
and as the night came closer to light of day
those whispers began to say; as they faded way
i adore you i so do love you more than more
and deeper than love itself oceans of love
skies of love you; my moon; my sun; my everlasting
starlight; you are the day and night of me; you are
the winged freedom bird above me; you are true of me
and “you are my love” and “my love you are”
and softer and softer and softer the whispers got
and i am here and they now; “the whispers”; are not

the stairway to the heart
as you become closer
it is of you that brings me to this place
you are the breath of fresh air that fills
the most fractured soul
you are of the mellow golden
moon beams
the sun’s ever shinning warmth
the glorious and magnificence of
womanhood
in all that you bring to the world
and this man…now
of laughter, of smiles, of truth
the window to my soul
you slowly become
forwarding me to heights never before imagined
of my dreams, my aspirations, my desires, my goals
my not being blinded by the light nor the darkness at night
you have become the part of me that
ebb tides the tributaries of my mind
the glowing penetrating sunshine
that keeps me warm on the coldest of winter days
you are the faith, the inspiration, the so desired love
that encourages me
“the stairway to the heart”

in time at this moment
as I sit down
caressed in the thought
and image of you
the time is young between us
you and I
I discovered you
found you
and yet I knew you before
we met
I am compelled to write this
for you are the occupation of my thoughts
my heart does not sing much
for it is not a casual one
this heart of mine
but it is from your inspiration
the child, the girl, the woman,
the soul/heart, the passionate self,
the desire to discover, the intelligence of the mind
that you seek
a voice of quiet and calm that is heard
from me
the funny, the silly, the laugh
that provides me with these words
and yet
brings me forward to you
as a breath of fresh air
with your windows and doors wide open
to want to see your dreams, desires
all your adventures
come true
and always be open to you
once I wrote
” what about that”
and even more
it seems I could look into your eyes
and never see the same thing twice

to myself at that moment I spoke, deeply;
questions of my unanswered desires,
dreams, emotions, and maybe what else?
my faith, my strength, a life
i so tried as i became older in attempting
to live a life with grace/humility
what about that?
the thoughts of your moonlit skin,
your mouth moist as you hesitated in your speech
your eyes openly wide looking
as they penetrated deep
within my past, my present and my future
with their glow
what about that?
maybe wondering about the ship
that sailed into the dark fathomless nights,
never to see, never to return at the break of day
what about that …i ask now
the mirror cracked-splintered-shattered into fragments
that even the most faithful soul refuses to make whole again
for they the pieces strewn in all directions
that the life puzzle could never be put back
what about that
on the same day i covered you with roses
i buried you in snow drifts
only my eyes covered you in rain
only clouds cast their ashes, a wilderness
upon my soul
my secrets that haunted me more than not
my glory that somehow defeated me
a blue harsh light that shines on the opposite
eyes of one’s soul
a ship boundless to perhaps nowhere
sailing miles crashing shore waves in endless tides
pulverizing the sands of my thoughts
and i ask again …what about that, i ask?

” I feel different about you now”…she said after I left that morning
I did not understand and yet I did, but said to myself, different how?
for me it made a difference, so I wrote this:

“I know now what it is”

I know now what it is about her
I kiss your mouth and you to me
soft, gentle, slow and then, more and more
and beyond that even, even beyond more than even
that is of my passion, my expression
as a man, an artist, the pure essence of my romanticism
to kiss her belly, your belly
is the magnificence of your being
it is of your woman hood and from where I came
to be born
the pure essence of your soul and the pulse beat
from where I touch and kiss
the everlasting intoxication, the mere beauty of you as a woman
that I cherish
it is the respect of you that I kiss; you there; any where
it is my being, my humanness, the soul of my soul
the love for you
that I kiss you there
and how and why and because
I kiss so tenderly and gentle
it is the celebration of that kiss, that caress
that from you I am alive, you are that of my
inspiration, my inner strength, my gentleness
my devoted expression of self that I attempt
to forward and give to you