I fantasized you’d found me
Caressing every curve with care
fascinated by my flaws
Realizing what it is
to be with a woman so real
unlike those portraits of perfection
like manufactured mannequins
Not today’s definition of desirable
Shoulders and hips too broad
with a bit of a belly
resembling a Rubens painting
refusing to starve myself into submission
to become a slave to an impossible ideal
Your touch sent twinges and tingles
through every needful nerve
passionately possessing every part of me
our ethereal, eager essences
propelled to a higher plane of existence
Two wanderers in the wilderness
finally finding what we’d sought
after so many years of yearning
La vérité de l'amour
Categories:
verite, beauty, fantasy, loneliness, longing,
Form: Free verse
How does one interpret love
Is it measured day by day
I can only say to you
Let me love in my own way
Can one count so many words
Six “I love you(s)” to repay
What of thoughts of tender tongue
Let me love in my own way
Budding roses pink and sweet
Champagne kisses everyday
Are these really deeds d’amour
Let me love in my own way
Spoken promise to be true
What of silent verite’
As I live for your caress
Let me love in my own way
Categories:
verite, love, romantic love,
Form: Rhyme
J'ai decide aujourd'hui
De commencer une nouvelle vie
Je ne veux plus m'encercler
De gens sans aucune utilite
Etre triste pour quelqu un
ne signifie plus rien
Je sais enfin qui est important pour moi
qui a de la valeur et qui n'en a pas
J'ai decide completement de changer
en laissant toute personne indesirable de cote
les vrai personnes qui seront la pour toi
peuvent etre compte sur le bout des doigts
ne te detrompe pas et ne t'attriste pas
la verite blesse et te laisse sans voix
mefie toi des gens autour de toi
car on ne sait quand ils se retourneront contre toi.
Categories:
verite, life,
Form: Free verse
The Kodaks of memory fade
The Kodaks of memory fade until all that remain
Are the sparkle of your eyes and the arabesques
Of your lips; haunting ghosts in muted hues, limp
Postcards discovered in a rummage through the
Attic of my mind.
I pause, staring in my mind’s eye at the
Curling cards, edges worn and torn from my
Grasping ruminations; an empty nausea grips me,
Tight chest reminding me of my heartache, and
Incomprehension of your rejection.
Images in the mind, albums of memories, fragments
Of life once cinema verite; now all coalesced
Into a frozen tableau of moments, each one
Eastman coloured only in dreams, the conscious mind
Seeing but sombre greys.
Gathered up, they fit neatly into a handy box,
That I can tape closed and hide in some dusty corner,
Until such time as I pass my memories in review;
Then again you will look out at me and smile,
With twinkling eyes.
Categories:
verite, lost love, memory, metaphor,
Form: Verse
I can not call you
the one I have wished for or
the girl of my dreams...
for no wish, none of my dreams
was ever so beautiful
Categories:
verite, devotion, love, uplifting,
Form: Tanka