Stolen Glances
A thought, or maybe a far-off dream?
Is she half-awake or sleeping?
The atmosphere is reticent.
Her posture is provocatively alluring
Yet innocent; even the cat laps quietly.
There are other things in the room,
Insignificant and commonplace.
But obviously, it’s her legs;
With one foot on the floor
And the other spread on the footstool,
With her skirt lifted revealing her underwear;
As she relaxes, leaning back in a chair
With her arms raised; and fingers intertwined
As her hands rest upon her head
And her closed eyes revealing
That faraway gaze and satisfied look
On her face in an endearing pose
That glances steal at a moment’s notice.
That begs the question,
“Is she deep in thought
Or is she dreaming?
Is she sleeping, or not?”
Wary glances are cast;
They look at me now
But by tomorrow -
I'll be as dispersed vapor.
If rumors shot bullets -
I'd be in the grave.
Thank you, Lord - I'm alive
But I wonder, what for?
Jazzy nights filled with romance
and glassy dreams !
Buildings lit beneath a sleepy sky
of smudge coal gray
His hand gently placed in mine,
a breath away from me
he sits,
sailor of my fantasies, ardor of my beating heart...
A sailboat retires for the night
on the dock over quiet waters
inside the cafe, music plays softly
like sensual summer winds
He gifts me a smile,
and stars appear,
sending light into mine !
Velvet time, layered moments
filled with enfolding bliss
We share one kiss !
Truth be told,
he is the soulmate I longed for all my life
I am lost in love's hammock,
rocked by his slow candor,
I feel loved, clothed in fleece...
Jazzy nights filled with perfume
and a budding slow romance
The saxophone plays on ....
we speaking softly to each other,
through silent glances.
I have learned to exist in the shadows, to slip through glances,
To be invisible in a crowd of faces, a different face for every room,
A sweet smile for strangers, a false tenderness for lovers,
A deep silence that echoes in my soul, an emptiness I keep only for myself.
I have been everything they wanted to see in me, a sculpture shaped by expectations,
But never something I could live with,
A collection of roles, a theater of others' desires, an echo without its own voice,
A soul that cannot find its place in the mirror of lies I've worn.
I wonder if I will ever find that corner of peace where I exist alone,
Where I can strip away the masks that are not mine,
To look myself in the eyes of sincerity and accept my imperfections,
To learn to live not just for others, but to be myself, to be whole.
From close to distant, we drifted away,
A smile once warm feels foreign today.
Like strangers again, we awkwardly greet,
Casual glances where my heart used to beat.
It’s strange to think somebody so near,
Could vanish like clouds and simply disappear.
I know I’m to blame for the things that went wrong,
But what’s in the past can’t change with a song.
I’m sorry I struggled with communication,
I’m not like others, skilled in conversation.
I wish I were better at knowing what to say,
I could have pulled you close instead of pushing away.
In the end, I think it’s better this way,
We greet, we nod, then silently walk away.
Though time may pass, the memories still play,
It feels like ages, though it was just months away.
I'm feeling beloved,
Touching smiles in your glances,
Tender devotion.
The steady beat of rain on my head
I glance at the sidewalk
It glances at me
bone dry as can be ~
Are we alive or dead, verily
Your glances were pure
Pure like emotions
It stuck me hard into you that I couldn't take off.....
I wished our breaths lasted longer
Longer and sweeter than pomegranates
It made our bodies one
One for the world filled with hopes and more of purity
saw I a little
sun it blinded mine eye I
saw sparkles and specks
~
blinded by the thought
of dark I light so shining bright
eYes saw a little
~
rainbow embraces
light is mine confession debt
saw specks and sparkles
~
so seen yon lit light
radients lights dark glances
speaks and sparkles bright
2/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Oh soooo pretty
So wonderful to watch
My heartrate kept increasing
You kicked it up a notch
Stealing little glances
When you turned your back
Beauty in abundance
None of it you lack
Turning 'round you caught me
Quickly I looked down
Too late to not be noticed
Your blue eyes caught my brown
But I was not embarrassed
I wanted you to see
That I was looking at you
You've captivated me
Your attributes I study
To me you're just the best
So far ahead of others
Much better than the rest
I picture us together
A duo and a team
Making some great music
Loving out a dream
Romance built to woo
stops the pulse of the shoreline;
Hurricane glances.
Shouldn’t we readily agree,
Not to it like a decree,
Feeling really very free,
Unlike the under-lock-and-key,
That glances are for lent newspapers,
That shouldn’t in the borrowers hands last?
And to a reader, the foremost of his helpers,
Subduing the passages fast?
Men at the fascinating linger a glance,
But at The Suspicious glances steal,
Like detectives do on any sneaking chance,
With the demand for them damned real,
Every fired momentary glance,
Still a penetrative lance:
The would-have-been-good-enough,
For Prophet Elijah’s finishing off,
By the Baal Worshippers in a war dance,
And about him long begun to prance.
Normal glance: an attention in The Military,
Let alone The Stolen of the Gloomily Solitary,
With a frightful interest in Suicide,
But also appraising the merits of Genocide.
Hatch though glances do the poorest in detail,
Most of their reports rather a retail,
The looker furnishing scant contentment,
His eyes giving a fresh employment:
The longer look of curiosity that wasted the cat,
And demeanor of one who’d soon smell some rat.
Every time you make a new friend,
I make a new enemy
Every time you swear that you won’t,
my world falls apart
Every time you say it’s the last,
my grief is reborn
Every time I look in your eyes
—the future is lost
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Friar of dark night
sullen glances brief broadcast
the unholy moon
Emerges from shadows loom
hidden clues to Satori
something special
something smooth
something romantic
you know that aint cool
special conversations
cute little whispers
ah, ooh 9she giggles)
you make me smile
I love it
when you make me smile
call me
send me little notes
the wine and the teddy
seems like we got -it together
and thru all come what may
we gonna be together,
like forever, for always, for love
something special about tonight
something special about us being
together
we gonna doo-whoop ditty
grind our problems thru
the dress you wear
the way you wear your hair
wine, chilling
hor'deves waiting
my smoking jacket
is on
candy and brandy
the night is warm
we be dancing
kissing and glancing
feel like romancing
a special time just you and me
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