tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30483777757588933482024-02-19T00:50:36.646-08:00Blurry Joy - by Derek DayThis is a love poems blog. All poems were written by Derek Day. All poems you see here are in the book Blurry Joy, by Derek Day, available for purchase on this site. Please offer all feedback and comments.I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-65722061962446750262010-01-23T11:48:00.001-08:002010-01-23T11:48:47.636-08:00Concrete and LaceConcrete and Lace<br />When I look into your eyes, when I look into your face<br />All I see is concrete and lace...<br />Hurt that years can not erase.. .<br />A lady tried and true<br />Tested by life, but remaining pure<br />In spirit, but not in flesh<br />You tried to begin again<br />But found only another dead end<br />Just more of the same<br />Only Concrete and lace.<br />Love is given, then it’s taken away,<br />Like concrete and lace<br />You are still the girl, who wished for a home<br />A mommy and Daddy<br />To call her own<br />Yet you walked the streets alone<br />Streets of Concrete and lace<br />Love is given, then it’s taken away<br />Just concrete and lace<br />You learned how to live, how to love,<br />And how to guard your precious heart<br />With Concrete and Lace<br />Love is given, then it’s taken away<br />Like concrete and lace<br />I look into your face<br />Hoping for love, But it’s more of the same<br />Just concrete and lace<br />Love is given, then it’s taken away<br />Like concrete and lace<br />Will there ever be another?<br />Will we ever recover?<br />Love is given, then it’s taken away<br />Like concrete and laceI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-73171865220753743452009-09-06T19:59:00.000-07:002010-01-11T19:14:14.434-08:00Childhood FriendshipWe played cowboys and Indians, Batman and Robin<br />Or Speed Racer in the streets of youth<br />We sailed on cloudy ships through the sky of dreams<br />Fancied ourselves pirates<br />We dug tunnels in my back yard<br />Ran through fields of corn,<br />And swam in muddy Kentucky water<br />We suffered sunburns, bee-stings, and lectures from almighty mom<br />And now, when all is said and done<br />After 30 years have come and gone<br />I wonder, are we anything more than this?<br />More than childhood friends?<br />Are we more than hopeful dreamers, schemers<br />More than actors on a stage?<br />The world is a bigger place now, a new playground<br />The stakes are higher, but we are none the wiser<br />I think that we are still just two lazy boys<br />Fishing<br />Under a golden sunI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-22626759304638284162009-08-29T09:58:00.000-07:002010-01-11T19:14:31.423-08:00Our SeaTogether we float<br />On the sea of our imagination<br />While the rhythm of the waves<br />Carries us gently beneath a bright moon<br />That is blue<br />Because the ocean too<br />Casts it's own reflection<br />But the light of the moon is wild upon us<br />As we bath in it's light<br />And the surface of the water glistens in turn<br />As the stars capture the sky in brilliance<br />Then fall<br />Into the water around us<br />We are love<br />Upon a broad bed of water<br />And that love is as deep and wide as the ocean<br />But as small<br />As our absence in flesh<br />So we dance with the waves<br />And dream in the balance<br />Of wet tides<br />Sweeping from far way onto the shore of home<br />Timeless and eternal<br />We wash across the empty spaces of the earth<br />On the sea of our own dreams<br />For a time the sea sleeps<br />But we still play upon the water<br />Like ocean creatures<br />And nothing more<br />For this is the life of us<br />The only, lonely<br />Love we know<br />But the sea holds our touch<br />And the sound of our voice<br />As we swim and float together<br />Sometimes in silence<br />Other times laughing<br />At the sky and the stars and the water<br />The echo of our laughter<br />Rides upon the waves to every corner of the earth<br />So that when strangers walk upon the wet sand<br />They will know that we were there<br />Love has no boundaries<br />And like the sea<br />It floats freeI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-85271286013525961772009-08-29T09:47:00.000-07:002010-01-11T19:15:04.689-08:00Always SaturdayGive me a small kiss<br />With the fullness of your lips<br />Just a little pinch of love<br />Like a tiny gift<br />Upon my mouth<br />So that I might know<br />The simple treasures of life<br />Like the daisy and the rolling stream<br />The bold river and the stars<br />Let me know that I am loved<br />And touch my cheek<br />With your fingertips<br />So that I may know this love is real<br />A fleshly thing to feel<br />And not hallucination<br />Wiggle you bright toes<br />And smile and laugh<br />So that I might see the sun<br />Show me your pouting lips because you want affection<br />Change the channel on the TV<br />Light a candle<br />Put a flower in a vase<br />And let me see your face<br />In the mirror with mine<br />After a shower<br />Put the pieces together<br />The puzzle<br />Of my broken heart<br />Lie with me under a tree in a park<br />Where strangers walk<br />Talk to me with your Latin mouth<br />And let me explain the words that we find<br />In the white mans dictionary<br />Tell me of your homeland<br />As we dream of babies<br />Let me feed you ice cream<br />Light my cigarette<br />Cry when you feel troubled<br />And lay your head upon my chest<br />Stretch before me denuda (nude/naked)<br />While I write a poem for you<br />Feed me shrimp<br />Because they taste delightful<br />But all the more so<br />Because they come from your hand<br />Curse when the Yankees lose<br />And laugh when the kittens play<br />Slap my face because you’re human<br />Let me know that you are real<br />Give me your mouth<br />In simple ways<br />With a kiss and with a soft<br />“I love you”<br />As your head rests on the pillow smiling<br />When I see the brightness of your eyes<br />Although the room is dark<br />And your eyes are shinning<br />And your mouth is smiling<br />And the sheets smell fresh<br />Except for a hint of the flesh<br />Because we made love on them<br />Tell me today is Saturday<br />Siempre (always)<br />When I awaken<br />And that there are no more Mondays<br />Tell me that you want to go to the beach<br />Or the zoo<br />And that my love for you<br />Makes your heart jump<br />Maybe we can fly a kite<br />While ugly people sit at desks and make phone calls<br />We can write a poem together<br />While the teapot begins to boil<br />And make love<br />At 1:34pm on Thursday afternoon<br />Then take a road trip<br />That lasts through most of the following week<br />Then kiss me on the cheek<br />As I drive down a new highway<br />Into freedoms open door<br />And let us explore this world<br />That we were begrudgingly born<br />Yet embrace with a suspicious smile<br />Let me smell you without a bath<br />On a camping trip<br />And let me build a fire for you<br />When the night is cold<br />Spread your wings in flight<br />This night<br />And let us love<br />Before we are oldI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-33725270207547487892009-08-26T19:34:00.000-07:002009-08-26T19:54:30.480-07:00Yet forever stillIn the far distance<br />Into the near yearning<br />Of me<br />There is a face<br />No voice, no touch, no softness<br />Yet forever still<br />A face<br />That haunts me<br />With hello<br />And she remains<br />After the dark embers have burned<br />After the night on the town<br />Has come and gone<br />One simple<br />Beautiful, face<br />Reminding me<br />Of the cradle, and the mantle<br />With pitcures of love<br />And children playing across the rug<br />As if they were my own<br />This is how I love herI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-37398240611609231072009-08-22T23:52:00.000-07:002009-08-22T23:59:21.060-07:00Rush to meRush to me<br />Woman of faith<br />Rush to me<br />Mother of children<br />Beliving in me<br />The man of yesteryear<br />The God of forgotten dreams<br />Rush to me<br />For I still believe in what can be<br />What some say<br />should have been<br />Or what should never be<br />We met in a hybrid world<br />of internet fantasy<br />disguising itself<br />as friendly encounters<br />But all of us need<br />All of us cry out<br />in the small hours of the morning<br />hidden from those we love<br />We all still dream<br />So in that pause<br />between soccer practice and dinner<br />In that pause between Sunday morning worship <br />and the meal after<br />In those times at work <br />when your mind wonders<br />In the music dowload<br />That you thought twice about<br />Think of me<br />And Rush to meI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-25995717825023598262009-08-22T21:02:00.000-07:002009-08-22T21:24:10.231-07:00Fall Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83oLhPEoTrZnibABeuYw3keYue1HweWPvuzyx_92mt9CGt1_1TuMETgZdutXtLOHuPjZTfP-oE2vlOxsEcOW6boVxmSyORXrR-QYbFhc0wtkyQ-aVhSPjJm1hxoq-s3NvTT4hk7FeiwyL/s1600-h/FallBackBaby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83oLhPEoTrZnibABeuYw3keYue1HweWPvuzyx_92mt9CGt1_1TuMETgZdutXtLOHuPjZTfP-oE2vlOxsEcOW6boVxmSyORXrR-QYbFhc0wtkyQ-aVhSPjJm1hxoq-s3NvTT4hk7FeiwyL/s320/FallBackBaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373010271569233154" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">For Wattyz</span><br /><br />Our clocks spring forward <br />And fall back to hello<br />Circling backwards for more time to love<br />And I fall, fall, fall back<br />Into a pile of variegated leaves that crunch<br />Falling in love <br />With a dark haired, wide smiling girl from Brooklyn<br />With bright eyes named Autumn <br />And her hand falls into mine <br />Between the frosting earth and the cloudy sky <br />Walking backwards <br />Always to hello<br /><br />And this fall and that fall, and every fall hello <br />With orange and brown that is the earth <br />Or Jack-O’ lanterns that we carve <br />With rosy cheeks and grins<br />Turkeys and families and things <br />With lights that glow and fill our hearts like hugs <br />And so we fall back to the beginning<br />When love was cold<br />And cold was good <br />We fallI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-82649981262266529592009-08-01T22:03:00.001-07:002009-08-01T22:11:51.541-07:00This BedThis bed, an island, our playground. <br />Maybe a sandbox <br />And all the covers sand.<br /><br />A TV, like a lighthouse, <br />Shines across the blanket waves of the bed.<br /><br />"Go ahead, tickle me, but I bite."<br /><br />"Just don't leave a mark," I said.<br /><br />This is my safe haven, my nest. <br />Your body stretches diagonally<br />And your foot searches, <br />Brushing against mine,<br />Then remains resting next to it for comfort. <br /><br />Your legs hang over my body <br />Like a child hangs her legs over the end of a pier.<br />Your gently, rhythmic snoring,<br />Embarrasses you but excites me.<br />You are simply a human creature, <br />Imperfect but beautiful. <br />The scent of your womanhood is a repast for my nostrils,<br />And your soft skin a silken glove,<br />That my whole body wears.<br />Hug me you said. <br />And hold you I will,<br />Until the dawn<br />No longer offers the promise of the sun.I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-53746501324018583112009-08-01T19:27:00.000-07:002009-08-01T19:34:23.965-07:00Seahshell WomanI can see your outline on the beach.<br />Like the sand, <br />Subtle mounds of brown,<br />But with lines that don't wash away,<br />Or drift out to sea like a dream,<br />My seashell woman.<br /><br />Keep your footprints in the sand with mine, <br />My lazy coconut bride. <br /><br />Keep the salt on your skin,<br />And let the waves, the waves, the waves,<br />Like your hair,<br />Flow on forever.<br /><br />Live with me in the sun,<br />And the salty stars. <br />May this sand<br />Spread itself a bed for us. <br /><br />The setting sun is radiant over your hips,<br />And the morning breeze is playful, like your smile.<br /><br />Your toenails are brightly colored shells<br />Dancing with the waves. <br /><br />Your hands of aloe are my coolness,<br />And your eyes the only shade I need. <br />Live with me here forever, <br />My turquoise dream.I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-52125429986874929452009-07-30T16:26:00.001-07:002009-07-30T16:30:35.579-07:00Gentle ImageYour gentle image transforms me<br />And I stumble from myself<br />Sliding down your lips<br />Resting in the shade of your eyes<br />Rolling in shiny hoops from your ears<br />I become another<br />And you become my lady<br />You are watching me with delicate eyes<br />From everywhere you watch<br />All your eyes shine lovely<br />And I am not the same from the watching<br />I imagine your skin<br />And the cold burn of your lips<br />I am startled<br />By your possession of feminine<br />Demure in frank beauty<br />Naturally you shineI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-36326983127118424202009-07-25T19:11:00.000-07:002009-07-25T19:26:27.669-07:00All of This is YouDeep in the forest, the beat of a drum<br />Or a heart<br />Arouses my sleep<br />High in the mountains<br />The sound of singing disturbs my lonely paradise<br />On a far away shore<br />Stillness, the gentle drone of the ocean<br />Seashell to my ear<br />To hear<br />The endless swishhhhh<br />And then there is laughter, always laughter in the morning<br />Disguising itself as the sound of birds<br />Then the rosebud in its haughty red<br />Closes like a fist, like a tiny heart<br />And the gentle breeze teases my hair<br />All of this is you...<br />And that familiar aroma <br />that carries me back to another time and place<br />To a different mystery<br />Back to when I was "me"<br />And Deja Vu<br />That haunting feeling<br />Of being birth in an instant<br />Into the past<br />All of this is you...<br />The mud, caked and dark, smiles at me near the waters edge<br />And the ripples of the water, calling, calling, calling<br />Always circling outwards<br />Delivering the message of you<br />And that howl in the night<br />Under 10,000 Angel eyes<br />Is my heart answering your call<br />And all of this is you...I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-86722317264744954842009-06-08T21:52:00.001-07:002009-06-08T21:52:27.674-07:00A Final End (Goodbye)How do we say good bye to someone we love? <br />How do we make such a decision in the first place? <br />Life makes it for us<br />Reason and emotion don’t go hand in hand<br />But our hands<br />Fit nicely together<br />Until life told us otherwise<br />Goodbye<br />Is such a cruel sounding word<br />Like death<br />It plagues the mind of the living<br />And the heart that is used to giving love<br />But goodbye<br />Sometimes<br />Is not a final end<br />But the beginning of a new chapter <br />And the creation of a fond memory<br />Which will keep our heart company forever<br />Goodbye my friend<br />I love youI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-79908513732735626232009-06-08T21:07:00.000-07:002009-06-08T21:08:58.845-07:00I Loved You Too LateWe started in passions embrace<br />Giving in to the whims of flesh<br />And because of our obsession with the physical<br />You called us the killers of true love<br /><br />I laughed <br />“Yes, I am the matador of love”<br /><br />Still rapturous, you were hopeful in that moment.<br />“I can feel your heart beating against my chest.<br />It feels as if it is my very own, and for this moment in time, your heart is mine.”<br /><br />You confessed your love for me then, but I shot it down.<br />Not with cupid’s arrow, but with an arrow loosed in a playful hunt, <br />One which struck hard the snow white dove<br />And caused her blood to flow. <br /><br />But then the transition… <br /><br />Your heart grew distant and detached.<br />Mine grew soft<br />And sprouted wings of love for you. <br />But the game had been played too long, <br />And by the time that I, <br />The matador, <br />Confessed my true love, your heart was gone.<br />You had become invisible, a ghost. <br />Too little too late, goes the cliché. <br />What I felt was real, but arrived too slowly. <br />In the end, I guess, <br />I loved you, yes. <br />But I loved you too late.<br />Too late to matter. <br />Too late to mend wounds or open doors. <br />Too late to save either of us. <br />In the end, <br />I loved you too late.I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-90966224512503748852009-05-06T17:48:00.000-07:002009-05-06T17:50:46.891-07:00Mujer De DioThe God of all Gods<br />Sent you on a mission<br />To this earth, he sent you <br />And he named you, then<br />Beautiful<br />Proud<br />Elegant<br />Woman<br />He called you mother, lover,<br />He called you wife<br />And to me<br />He called you friend<br />Friend to the drowning heart<br />Friend to addiction <br />Friend to the friendless<br />To the lonely one who still believes in love<br />To the weak, who wait upon your strength<br />Yes<br />Your strength to save him<br />Because a man needs a woman<br />To be whole<br />To be real<br />To be full<br />So you have become the timeless one<br />Female<br />The energy that completes a man’s desire<br />The truth that he can not refute<br />A testimony to God<br />Yet still a woman who craves love<br />You <br />In spite of your father, the God of all the heavens<br />Are still the “She” creature<br />The woman (and my friend)<br />Whom I do crave<br />With hair, black like the night<br />And eyes, <br />Dark with wisdom and mystery<br />That might one day linger upon my flesh<br />WantingI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-56606655231178287482009-03-14T19:55:00.000-07:002009-03-14T19:56:12.369-07:00Always SaturdayGive me a small kiss<br />With the fullness of your lips<br />Just a little pinch of love<br />Like a tiny gift <br />Upon my mouth<br />So that I might know <br />The simple treasures of life<br />Like the daisy and the rolling stream<br />The bold river and the stars<br />Let me know that I am loved<br />And touch my cheek<br />With your fingertips<br />So that I may know this love is real<br />A fleshly thing to feel<br />And not hallucination<br />Wiggle you bright toes<br />And smile and laugh<br />So that I might see the sun<br />Show me your pouting lips because you want affection<br />Change the channel on the TV<br />Light a candle<br />Put a flower in a vase<br />And let me see your face<br />In the mirror with mine<br />After a shower<br />Put the pieces together<br />The puzzle<br />Of my broken heart<br />Lie with me under a tree in a park<br />Where strangers walk <br />Talk to me with your Latin mouth<br />And let me explain the words that we find <br />In the white mans dictionary<br />Tell me of your homeland<br />As we dream of babies<br />Let me feed you ice cream<br />Light my cigarette<br />Cry when you feel troubled<br />And lay your head upon my chest<br />Stretch before me denuda (nude/naked)<br />While I write a poem for you<br />Feed me shrimp<br />Because they taste delightful<br />But all the more so<br />Because they come from your hand<br />Curse when the Yankees lose<br />And laugh when the kittens play<br />Slap my face because you’re human<br />Let me know that you are real<br />Give me your mouth<br />In simple ways<br />With a kiss and with a soft<br />“I love you”<br />As your head rests on the pillow smiling<br />When I see the brightness of your eyes<br />Although the room is dark<br />And your eyes are shinning<br />And your mouth is smiling<br />And the sheets smell fresh<br />Except for a hint of the flesh<br />Because we made love on them<br />Tell me today is Saturday<br />Siempre (always)<br />When I awaken<br />And that there are no more Mondays<br />Tell me that you want to go to the beach<br />Or the zoo<br />And that my love for you<br />Makes your heart jump<br />Maybe we can fly a kite<br />While ugly people sit at desks and make phone calls<br />We can write a poem together<br />While the teapot begins to boil<br />And make love <br />At 1:34pm on Thursday afternoon<br />Then take a road trip <br />That lasts through most of the following week<br />Then kiss me on the cheek<br />As I drive down a new highway<br />Into freedoms open door<br />And let us explore this world<br />That we were begrudgingly born<br />Yet embrace with a suspicious smile<br />Let me smell you without a bath<br />On a camping trip<br />And let me build a fire for you<br />When the night is cold<br />Spread your wings in flight<br />This night<br />And let us love <br />Before we are oldI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-9133588733817351092009-03-14T19:44:00.001-07:002009-03-14T19:44:46.192-07:00My MirrorYou are my mirror<br />And I weep for the seeing<br />Looking at you, looking into me<br />Everything that I am<br />Everything I could ever be<br />Hidden in your shinning eyes<br />Sometimes I see a man smaller than myself <br />Petty<br />I see a fool<br />Sometimes in your eyes, <br />I am much larger than myself<br />A king, a God<br />And I have never known unconditional love<br />Until I knew you<br />With a spirit that is pure<br />Like Holy water <br />In a sacred pool <br />And when the ugly part of me speaks<br />(The small man)<br />You are silent<br />Waiting for your champion<br />And when he laughs, and shines his stupid grin<br />You are patient<br />Waiting for your king.<br />And when he stumbles <br />You extend a gracious hand<br />Helping him to stand<br />So you see <br />Your mirror shows the truth of me<br />And I could never lie<br />When I look into your eyesI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-13074348147089399972009-03-07T23:55:00.001-08:002009-03-07T23:55:46.552-08:00Like a catYou are beautiful<br />Like a cat<br />Expressing things with gestures<br />Things like this or that<br />Elegantly exaggerating the feminine<br />But with softness <br />On top of innocence<br />Underneath a hint of perfume<br />You shine <br />Exploring a world of human needs<br />With a heart divine<br />I have never known a cat like you<br />Or a woman with such Grace<br />Embracing things eternal<br />While dancing with the human race<br />You float across the embers<br />Blown by the wind<br />You are like tiny feathers<br />My smiling, laughing friend<br />You bring crashing softness<br />When your night is exposed<br />By the round moon<br />The yellow<br />That pulls the tides<br />As you ride<br />Upon a hot blanket<br />To paradiseI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-57340845126823626442009-03-07T23:26:00.001-08:002009-03-07T23:26:52.898-08:00Had It Been YouI wonder how my life will be in 50 years<br />Will I laugh at grandchildren <br />Rolling around on the floor? <br />Will I look up to see my wife?<br />Will I imagine her love over the years?<br />Or will I wonder what might have been<br />Had it been you?<br />All the love and affection that I gave to her<br />Anniversaries and Christmas parties<br />Walks in the park<br />Snowmen and warm mittens<br />Had it been you?<br />Laughing together, then crying in unison <br />As we held our newborn son<br />Sailing together on salty water<br />With the wind blowing affectionately<br />Kissing sunburned skin<br />Taking road trips to places unknown then laughing together <br />At the wonders we found<br />Had it been you?<br />Eating popcorn and M&M’s in a dark theater<br />Then working out the next day<br />Watching her surprise as she opened a tiny box <br />To see a shining diamond atop a band of gold<br />Had it been you?<br />Being deeply engrossed in conversation <br />While trying to keep <br />Spaghetti sauce off our chin<br />Staring at stars across the sky <br />Like so many angel eyes<br />Trying to remember our first date<br />Sleeping late<br />On Saturday, then making love when we awoke <br />Had it been you?<br />Being amazed when we saw a shooting star<br />Finding sand dollars on the shore<br />Then watching her make them into necklaces<br />The smell of cookies baking<br />Gazing in anticipation at the silhouette<br />Behind he glass shower door <br />Had it been you?<br />Watching a storm flash across the sky<br />And feeling safe together<br />Rubbing her back with oil<br />Carving pumpkins and dressing up at Halloween<br />Before we had a family<br />Then borrowing someone else’s kids<br />To go trick-or-treating<br />Had it been you?<br />Saying “to heck with the health kick”<br />Then eating a box of Twinkies while watching cartoons<br />Pondering the meaning of life<br />Then saying a prayer we got it right<br />Had it been you?<br />Counting all the pennies in the jar<br />Then going out to buy something fun<br />Going to church on Sunday<br />Watching as she delicately applied makeup <br />In the bathroom mirror<br />Packing a lunch and then eating it under a tree<br />On a lazy afternoon<br />And will the small voice keep repeating<br />Had it been you, had it been you<br />Had it been you?I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-27992569352185283052009-03-07T23:19:00.001-08:002009-03-07T23:19:47.860-08:00This BedThis bed, an island, our playground. <br />Maybe a sandbox <br />And all the covers sand. <br /><br />A TV, like a light house, <br />Shines across the blanket waves of this bed.<br /><br />“Go ahead, tickle me, but I bite.” <br /><br />“Just don’t leave a mark,” I said.<br /><br />This is my safe haven, my nest. <br />Your body stretches across the bed diagonally <br />And your foot searches, <br />Brushing against mine, <br />Then remains resting next to it in comfort. <br /><br />Your legs hang over my body <br />Like a child hangs her legs over the end of a pier. <br />Your gentle rhythmic snoring <br />Embarrasses you, but excites me. <br />You are simply a human creature, <br />Imperfect but beautiful. <br />The scent of your womanhood is a repast for my nostrils, <br />And your soft skin a silken glove, <br />That my whole body wears. <br />Hug me, you said. And hold you I will, <br />Until the dawn <br />No longer offers the promise of the sun.I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-34179622150278910682009-02-20T18:18:00.000-08:002009-02-20T18:23:20.490-08:00UnnamedJust talk to me <br />Tell me things<br />And sing me to sleep <br />Then kiss me on the cheek<br />Bathe me with your hair<br />Long and black<br />Like my sleepless nights<br />But pretty <br />Like you<br />And tell me that it’s not true<br />That my burden is not too much to bear<br />Tell me that you are there <br />And that your love <br />Will not fade<br />Like smoke from the air<br />Give me your soft voice<br />Loves gentle whisper<br />Into my ear<br />To remind me that you are near<br />Do not depart from me<br />Kind lady<br />Miracle of flesh<br />The wish<br />Of my penny into the well<br />Be my blanket<br />And comfort me <br />Through this endless <br />And most cumbersome lifeI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-16599702955226130452009-02-13T19:24:00.000-08:002009-02-13T19:25:14.834-08:00May We LoveLike the birds sing and like the wind blows, may we love<br />As the moon emits its soft white glow, may we love<br />Without effort or thought, without selfish intention<br />May we love<br />As if tomorrow there would be no sun <br />As if tonight was the last moon, the last song<br />The last dance, and the only chance<br />May we love<br />From our heart and soul<br />May we love<br />Without guilt, shame, or blame, may we love<br />With transparency and truth, may we love<br />In the warm palm of each others hand, may we love<br />In the eyes of each other, loving friends<br />May we love<br />Like the gentle flow of life’s river<br />Always and forever<br />May we loveI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-44535409776614746422009-02-13T16:58:00.000-08:002009-02-13T16:59:09.085-08:00Ask me whyAsk me why. Ask me why I care. <br />What is it they say? Let me count the ways.<br />It’s because I lose myself in your eyes while we talk, <br />Searching for what lies hidden,<br />Secret beauty.<br />It’s because when you touch me, my skin quivers,<br />Titillating.<br />It’s because you know what to say when I’m upset, <br />Stilling the emotion,<br />Reassuring. <br />It’s because the sound of your voice makes my heart sing, <br />Music.<br />It’s because of your lips, your eyelashes, and your smile,<br />Lovely.<br />It’s the way you fold and flip your hair, <br />Tossing it over your shoulder,<br />Playful.<br />It’s the curve of your neck,<br />Subtle.<br />It’s the way you walk with small feet, <br />Grace.<br />It’s because the best things come in small packages,<br />Petite.<br />It’s the way you paint your nails with a wry smile, <br />So proud of your style.<br />It’s because of your kindness, your love, and your friendship. <br />I care because there’s no one like you.I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-14348440600362869182009-02-06T18:50:00.001-08:002009-02-06T18:50:50.408-08:00The Birth of Our LoveI smile at the birth of our love.<br />Because my lips remember innocence,<br />And how hope shined.<br />Poems, park benches, a picnic basket, <br />And an ocean view.<br />These were our deliberation.<br />And then the fleeting touch,<br />The hand, <br />And our first kiss.<br />That was when your lips met me,<br />And after,<br />Remembered me for a time.<br />But now they do not speak,<br />They do not speak, they do not speak<br />My name.<br />But I remember.<br />You wore suede boots.<br />There were clouds in the sky,<br />Sunshine in our bellies,<br />And boats with sails upon the water.<br />We blushed, we laughed,<br />We talked and dreamed,<br />Walking on that pier.<br />Come near, come near,<br />To me once again,<br />And let your lips remember.I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-55131610404813151892009-02-06T18:04:00.000-08:002009-02-06T18:06:01.719-08:00Seashell WomanI can see your outline on the beach.<br />Like the sand,<br />Subtle mounds of brown,<br />But with lines that don’t wash away, <br />Or drift out to sea like a dream,<br />My seashell woman.<br /><br />Keep your footprints in the sand with mine,<br />My lazy coconut bride.<br /><br />Keep the salt upon your skin,<br />And let the waves, the waves, the waves<br />Like your hair,<br />Flow on forever.<br /><br />Live with me in the sun<br />And the salty stars.<br />May this sand <br />Spread itself a bed for us. <br /><br />The setting sun is radiant over your hips,<br />And the morning breeze playful, like your smile.<br /><br />Your toenails are brightly colored shells<br />Dancing with the waves.<br /><br />Your hands of aloe are my coolness,<br />And your eyes the only shade I need.<br />Live with me here forever,<br />My turquoise dreamI need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048377775758893348.post-75512370632066773132009-02-06T18:03:00.000-08:002009-02-06T18:04:05.233-08:00The SpoolWrapped around in silk<br />Or light<br />Or woven love<br />A spool <br />Is a beautiful thing<br />I’m certain that my love for you<br />In all its unraveling adoration<br />Could be wrapped around a tiny spool<br />Then you could keep it in your pocket<br />Or tie some of it around your finger<br />To remind you that I love you<br />And I do<br />Yes <br />A spool is a beautiful thing<br />It’s a tiny symbol of love!I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1