I am the sultry silence
of your dreams
feel my warm breath
slither down your throat
across your chest
feel my transparent tongue...
We rage the erotic battle
I feel your pulse race
my fingers of flame
caress all that is yours
I am your imagination
arching above your feminine form
I sink slowly into you...
Just so you know my love
you will never be able
to shake me from your dreams
I will seduce you to a place
beyond mere thoughts and words
tonight, dream of us...
Time: T minus 3 minutes
Launch Control: It's a go
He's in love
he's never gone before
with the woman
a light brown goddess
that hurtles him into outer space...
Mission Control: You're go for launch
Launch Control: Roger
all rockets fire
like lava from a volcano
red orange, yellow flames
I am in zero gravity
as her lips touch mine
I am weightless...
I pass the sun
asking it about the Big Bang
the sun replied
it's great to become...
I wave to Orion
as he faces the charging Taurus
giving them a wink
through my small portal...
I have always dreamed
of exploring the Milky Way
and to see the stars
the way she launches me
from ground zero...
I can't wait
until tomorrow night
to once again
put on my space suit
and board her shuttle
this lady I've dreamed of....
to another lift off!
What autumn has bedecked
with plants, founts and flowers,
in colors of divine radiance
the sun hangs in the fourth sphere,
then comes purple daybreak
beautiful sky brimful with stars,
none can match mi cielo,
the lovely parts of your face!
Your black hair lost in the forest
hands soft and delicate as lilies,
hidden partially beneath your coat
breasts and arms, engirdling your fantasy frame,
stay, elusive shadow of my beloved,
lovely illusion on this soft autumn day
sweet woman for whom I love so sadly,
image of enchantment I love the best...
Today autumn washes gently along the Gulf of Mexico,
I gather cones of pines in yellow baskets,
opening a liter of sparkling red wine,
come mi corazon, in the energy of the Harvest moon glow,
for inside your simple and tender heart
my numb dreams yearn to snuggle up,
just as when the night of autumn starts,
we cuddle like two birds in cozy nests!
Yes the love you evoke
The heart you wove
Spirit you broke
Shadow am I
Go to the Witch of Endor
yes my love
one weepeth dust
wind blows cold
Feeling is lost
struggle to breathe
seas are tossed
Was I dead my lover?
yes I believe so
the shroud my cover
You arose from death
shined love on me
I am resurrected
was blind now I see...
She went to sleep
closing her eyes
beginning to dream
of broken butterflies
tearing her lovely monarch wings
on faithless love that angels sings...
She finds shiny metal in kitchen sink
in an evening absent light
she finds peace in cuts of pink
watching crimson blood flow feels so right..
Starlight shines upon her tears
I whisper darling, you cannot bleed
all of your suicidal fears
at night when you begin to cry
I'll sing you a lover's lullaby..
My love do not wish that you were dead
dreaming of an absent pulse
laying on silken sheets bleeding red
I will offer love so do not bleed
give me your knife I am all you need...
~ ~ ~ ~
My melancholy turns to gold dust
in your soft and tender hands
upon your fingers I scatter my life
my love remains clasped in your hands
now I am a vial of cologne, emptied...
I yearn to see your lissome creeper
how it clings to cracks on the walk
well, just as it entwines the cement altar
Mi amor, that is how I yearn to embrace your heart
I used to stumble, now I am sustained in you...
This night I yearn and sigh for you
to see you sleep, hands on your chest
sinking into our bed like rosy fruit
from smooth pastures into the depths of our mattress
as the air enters your chest and raises it chastely...
Amante, steal away to me in the night
we will see how peacefully the moon rays
create quiet waves without unsettling the hush
just as it passes into the gulf is the way
I yearn to sink to the very bottom of your soul...
Fly to me from your snow white orchards
you love is ever so immaculate
my naked soul will tremble in your hands...
Awakening to the scent left of you
in haze of incandescent light
your form still imprinted in my sheets
your perfume still on my pillows...
I remember you spooning next to me
with your sultry satin smile
love that blossomed into magical moments
our souls united and conjoined...
And when the nights are torn asunder
I recall the scent of your hair
my soul the seed and you the planter
out of the ground into celestial sky..
Missing you more than I thought I would
haunted by the ghost of you
your silhouette caressed by moonlight
the smell of your perfume that lingers..
The enchanting kisses and fevered touch
spirits that bewitched and bemoaned
making love under licorice sheets
ghost of you in gown of blue and gray...
Often I awaken next to your ghost
ghost that absconds souls like precious gems
and for a singular second we dance and embrace
then you disappear into a falling star..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
we celebrate your birth
on this night of Sanhaim
when the worlds are whisper-thin
and your magic sings its sweetest song.
Your love draws stars from the sky
lures spirits from the tombs
snow falls from the summer sky
a love so sacred and magical.
Let us meet
surrounded by forest
as the wind
whispers its secret to the trees
we seek the sacred creek
leading to the river that caresses the earth
where flowers rise in rapture to the sun.
This day I am yours
you are mine
we are inseparable in death
by any power or pain
for it is such true love
no death awaits us.
Come with me my love
come back to the one
feel my spirit and take flight
let us see all of creation
let us seek favor from the divine.
God and goddess we shall become
gods of true and powerful devotion
let us be graced
by the moon goddess
by the dragon of the stars
allowing us to burn hot with passion.
Let us draw from the power of the earth
alive and solid
beneath our feet
fertile valley of existence
all our wants and needs
will be satisfied.
Embrace this love
blessed be your soul.
My sweet love scented by jasmine
I seek you on the silver slant of moonlight
beautiful moon goddess
your magic is all enthralling
I succumb to your witches cry
I come to your lair softly lit
your Wiccan pattern on the floor to guide me
save me from the river of flames
with the manifestation of your desires
for in you my lover
I am charmed...
My petal love
tonight we sing
our souls fill with joy
have flowers and song for you...
Wine and dinner awaits
a most alluring Spanish moon
has risen over the sea
it is burning
suspended in center of sky
shining on all of the earth...
So sweetly comes the night air
I have roses and carnations
divine for you
small violets with lure of passion
and poignant tone
sweet chocolates for you to choose...
After dinner we shall stroll
down to the seaside
where no one shall see us
and what we have come here to do...
Your voice of fallen air
in zone of wonder in ardent dusk
marches playfully through my ears
as the night falls around us...
It is your orchid my love
my shepherdess of milk white dreams
later tonight my beloved
I will make bouquets of water
kisses upon your breasts and thighs
all with the fragrance of these flowers
I will savor you with joy...
The creator has created you
so you can nourish me
A laying tide of inarticulate air
breaks in front of us
the sea in foam
A symphony beautiful some god has forgotten...
I need your fragrant love
like the flowers need the water
we will see and hear the darkness go
perhaps see the morning light play
come my beloved petal
we live the dream of love tonight...
Ma Dame, I say to you
as it was written hundreds of years ago
by Francois de la Rochefoucauld,
"True love is like ghosts,
which everybody talks about
and few have ever seen."
And now this poem for you
in my own words....
Amoureaux, the fruits of my passion
are yours, and now
how I delight in your arrival
my hallowed woman
you among the gardenias that blossom...
Pour Vous, I would with my last breath
exhale my love for you
on that day may it be bitter cold
so you could see what you mean to me...
Je t'aime, in my mind
where my thoughts are born
in my heart where emotions reside
and in my soul where dreams become...
Je vous vois, under the Spanish Moss
where the throng of song birds burst into rhapsody
filling the echoing evening effervesce
with the elation of their love songs...
Mon amour, if you this night descend into the abyss
of my loneliness, with the touch of your lips
plants in the moonlit garden will burst into bud...
Je le ferai, inhale your perfume in bold enjoyment
as when one turns the pages of a sacred book
breathes the scent of mystic violets...