Your memories, your thoughts
I have them in lots
The day is still due
When I can see you
Nights I like but days I hate,
Unfair that my Dreams and you have to wait
My love for you has always been surreal
Can't say if I might like you in real
The only time I wish my dream comes true
I when I am holding you
You look into my eyes
and say "It felt very nice"
Now every time you smile
I think for a while
How would it be
If you weren't in the dream, with me
Wrapped in the poetry,
the rise, the wane, the ache
of unrestrained love,
they ascend on the wings of words
in concert with the cosmos
until time reclaims the moon,
and tides are stilled,
and gulls are gone,
and tall yellowed grass bends under silent winds,
and towering pines weep,
and the ocean speaks in a muted bell,
and a thread of light from the sole surviving star
invades their dusty dream,
and restless shadows rekindle ashen desires
in a prolonged cosmic heartbeat…
and time sings off-key.
If I take the time to tell you,
All the things that I don’t show,
It is just because I’m feeling,
What your eyes want me to know...
The glances that you give me,
From the corner of your eye,
Are the chances you’re forgiving,
As I let you walk right by...
This wont be the first time,
That I didn’t say a word,
But the sight of you is awesome,
And it makes my vision blur...
Like there’s no one else around us,
And the world does not exist,
The second hand stops moving,
Any time left was dismissed...
So when I stand before you,
I can look at you and never,
Forget what I’m so deep into,
So the moment lasts forever...
This time she didn't think about it,
Her thoughts were clear and they weren't as clouded,
They key I made we discussed before,
Was hidden down by the basement door...
Sipping wine with some candles lit,
While your killing time with the one your with,
Though we could be I just bide my time,
Till the stars align and they make you mine...
All the times you were driving by,
I could hear the tears as your cellphone died,
Could they re-appear in the thoughts you hide,
Just to disappear once you came inside...
You're the reason that I pretend,
That this cohesion is just as friends,
But you and I know its just between,
Something much more than what is seen...
As Im filling another flask,
It's your reflection that fills my glass,
Slowly coming across my lawn,
In knee highs and just a trench coat on...
At times I can't stand the way things are,
And it's sad that my knees get weak just from seeing you from afar.
I miss waking up to a "good morning, thinking of you" text,
Till this day I still daydream of the first time we had sex.
It's like watching a shooting star for the first time with a sparkle in your eye,
It's like walking into the kitchen smelling grandma's fresh homemade pie.
It's like relaxing in a room full of steam,
Including all of the above being with you is like touching a dream.
It's exhilarating the way you have my heart blazing,
Just by having you...my life is truly amazing.
You may be content but I promise you'll be beyond an extacy satisfaction just by being
with me,
Since reality isn't what it should be I bet that in your dreams it's me you see.
In the castle of her longings
She awaits the drawbridgr lowering
In her piled days many endings
Times anxiety behind her panting
She awaits the coming of her love
Sir knight with constant memories
Her heart within her a restless dove
Until the water dries ... agonies.
She is castled in time and faith
The green moat of doubt circles round
The sweet heart's primeval gate
The horse' hoofs is every distant sound
Time is her enemy and his will
Her deliverer to become
His quick sword shines in the misty chill
He's made his vow for her freedom.
Great stead and lover swiftly fly
Dragons and demons, churls and despots
Read anxiety dread in his eye
The sun will rise where their vile blood clots
For this knight carries a cross now long
And prayer his page and armour
He marches with an angelic throng
Till him to flee, he that devour
His bride, his bride his love shall redeem
And by the river they shall play
For time is only folly and dream
In love's pure arms time has no say.
The next time that you take a shower,
Prepare to stay for about an hour,
Run yourself the hottest water,
Keep in mind how much your thought of...
One hand holds the towel around you,
The other holds the thing you're bound to,
So let it drop below your waist side,
As I spot just one place to hide ...
Caressing you in perfume soap,
Compressing it on every slope,
Like the water making you wet,
And at the same time making you sweat...
Before you close the shower door,
You'll see my name in glass once more,
Just slowly wrap yourself again,
But know that it won't be the end...
Cuz as you lay upon your bed,
You'll wrap yourself in me instead,
So you won't think its just a dream,
That you left rising in the steam...
Terry
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She was a high-rise girl
with a penthouse curl.
A perfumed lady from
her pink painted toes
up her long brown legs
to her up-turned nose.
No make-up needed
on perfection's face,
a natural beauty
wins the beautiful race;
a sensual woman,
a sexual winner,
who never saw sin
or sinned with a sinner.
She had a mind and a body
that could build or destroy
any full grown man
or half-grown boy
and she used them well
to satisfy her needs
and demanded her pleasure
like a fat man feeds.
And for a brief, brief time
a long time ago
the lady was mine
in a two-way flow
and we traded our pleasures
like stars of the show
for a brief, brief time
a long time ago.
I remember those moments that we spent together
With a happy and cheerful face thought it would be the same forever.
Never did I imagine nor did I care of
To think of the times when we would be far of.
Even at the times of separation there wasn’t any kind of unhappiness
For never did I experience such feelings of uneasiness.
The thin threads of intimacy were broken at the very moment
When I saw the last of you and sat there to cry and lament .
Sometimes though I did feel assured knowing time was a great healer
But then time also fails to cure the wounds which remain forever.
Inspite of this cruel reality my intuition said something different
Though I knew you would never come back but still I wished something different .
Of course this has now been a part and parcel of my life with the daily happenings going on as ever,
Rarely do you come in my thoughts except for the lonely moments when I remember……..
ROMANCE
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
A Sonata for piano perhaps
I wouldn’t have cared
But the music fit the girl
Flawless in dress
Hair not short not long middling
It swept just mildly over forehead and cheek
Cupable shoulders
And the rest?
Not a line not a curve too severe
She came at the same time each day
I strained to see her face.
But my view was taken just far enough away
The vision much in profile
I must revel in her stride
Not short not long deliberate
Just right
In a flight of fancy
With missing dimensions of the physical time and space
I decided she was form-in-isolation
A shape behind a scrim
Always coming
Always going
Leaving her ghost in wake
And the door would softly shut
A little space for dreaming
Then this same piece
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
(no matter)
Each day played with more polish
‘til at last it sounded perfect to me
I must know that which she played
Its name (lack of) haunted me
This was my excuse
My excuse for knocking on the door