Poems

Feel like making Love

Feel like making love
because of:

the laughter from the bath of
joy you breed

the flashing from the lash of
light you speed

Feel like making love, so
script me

Flowering

Flower me
like roses do
sprinkled with morning dew.

Hopes

You could be:

giggles in my garden
smiles on my sofa

You could:

twin my chair
twice my table

And duet my bed.

Open Dreams

Lock my soul to your soul
and let us stroll
heart in heart
along the boulevard
of Open Dreams.

This Must Be

This must be longing:

A long-distance touch
An artificial kiss
A phone-smile
Your body in my head only.

Visions part 1

The models in my mindscape
The bodies in my brainscape
The faces in my thoughtscape

Flashing snapshots of you.

Remembering a Fine and Loveful Day

You closed my eyes on the beach,
I didn't move
and I didn't want to.

Flying sand couldn't bother,
nor smother;
shells crushed cracking
as we lay a-loving

You stroked my hair
in the meadow;
I didn't speak
and I didn't want to do so

You conquered my mind
in the meadow near the beach, in the beach-near meadow;
your silent speech said:
"hush"

And you rambled on the very next day,
leaving the beach
and the meadow
and me with my mind astray.