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I Can and Do Love Him
Hearing his voice
As it rippled upon
The root of my soul
Gently, deliberately
Stirring from heavy dozing
Feeling his interest
Cascades along my thighs
Feathery intentions
Genuine desires
Between love that
Slips between time
Hovers thru space
Unendingly sublime
I just love him
Night of Fire
She follows behind
his crimson tail red
heading for the hills
but she doesn’t care
her body pants for
his hot heart love
to sear her
chasing him with
the gift of a diamond sparkling
bright twinkling in the twilight
he leaves his red calling card
at her door
as she sashays
behind his crimson tail
of hot love
he sprinkles behind
as a hint for her
who saunders
across the nightly sky
not caring as his
blaze colors hers
chasing him
in the moon’s light
toting a diamond starlight
to his red doorstep
she’ll deposit her love.
A Holiday of Love ❤️ Tu B’Av
With many sects of Jewry, this is a season of love. A valentine’s day of sorts.
This time is used to generate a connection, with a loved one, with the Divine Presence. Like many “holidays” it’s taken on an almost commercial affair, but with good intentions. Love is good for business!
Prayers for soulmates to meet and reunionize is the M.O. of the day. Many customs of love matching are in full swing.
I pray your soulmate finds you and want to stay an illustrious career together as a sacred pair repairing the world.
She’s Got Fit
Standing in the mirror
Admiring my abs
Man! they look like the six pack
I had last night
and will drink when I get back.
But now it’s time to concentrate
and get into the zone
‘Cause soon me and my Roadies
will be cruising it home…
After 3 or more hours of hittin’
The fruit or Princess loops
Man! I’m outta shape
maybe I should wuss out
and go shoot some hoops.
Well, I’ll wait at the school until 9 or 10
and hope I’m not the only Roadie
ridin’ the road alone again.
Man! I can’t wait until daylight
savings time,
so we can strut a good pace
four days a week
and get home by nine.
Then I can sit with my honey
all tired and sore,
and moan until I get a back rub…
Ooh baby, some more!
Or head out to the hot tub
with legs like rubber
to soak my aging bones,
Man! I hope nobody hear me groan.
‘Cause I’ve still got it!
Toppin’ 21 mph in the wind
Now if I can just get up off this couch
before day after tomorrow
when we’ll do it again.
Where’s My Soul Heart Love?
My soul heart, where can you be?
Don’t you know you’re the only love for me?
When time passed is reviewed, why couldn’t I see,
That the love I had for you, you also had for me?
Can you remember the name game we played?
Our first fight about the worse writing whose hand had made?
Or the clouded blue sky sent to you while on the Sabbath I played?
And homemade notes of love with affection directly conveyed?
Did we dance the joyous dance of courtship too long?
How about all those nouns between us which were very wrong?
Were we both so shy struck that now we have waited too long?
Are we left with only a faded dream and a poetic song?
How many seasons of celebrations did we miss?
My love, whatever happened to our sweet first kiss?
How often was it said that it is you that I miss?
Did we not believe enough to create love’s marital bliss?
Can we believe this world will transform, with a love like yours and mine?
Will you come quickly and soon with your love satisfyingly divine?
Didn’t you know that I am yours and you are mine?
So where are you my only love, my sweet soul heart so fine?
Eye’s Desire
Many lovers have seen
. . . Mine eyes
Of various color and size
Yet none captured
. . . My desire
Until my eyes did see
Love’s fire. . .
In you
This poem was written in the 90’s after dreaming about my soulmate eyes.
Them Created
A Man’s not meant to be alone.
A Woman was created to have a home.
He toil and labor to satisfy
His need which is Her happiness
Her dedication indeed!
Without Her,
His days would be arduous and long.
Lonely, without purpose,
No place to belong.
She is His heart’s desire,
Manifested and true.
Her constant care is what He seeks,
Each day anew.
Without Him Her life is unkept,
Her love’s undressed
Unexpressed
From a weeping heart
In dire distress.
He is her image of strength,
Masculine yet tender;
His love embraces Her life,
Of which She surrenders
Unto the Man She was created for
From the beginning;
Into the world of love
He has made for them,
Unending.
I wrote this poem one day in the 90’s after a study of Genesis and the story of Adam & Eve from the Bible.
Love Is Like The Waters
Love is like the waters
It cannot be held for long
It slips through the fingers
It counts no wrongs
Love is like a river
Dashing in and out
Stirring up murky waters
Consistent to its route
Love is like a lake
Shimmering in the sun
Or reflective like a mirror
Yielding to anyone
Love is like a pond
With lovely creatures around
Dark, deep or shallow
Cold sweet bodies abound
Love is like the ocean
With strong undercurrents
Of passionate ragings
And erotic turbulence
Love is like the sea
Too immense to capture
Its horizons know no end
Yet peaks in climatic rapture
Another poem I wrote back in the early 1990’s
My Twin
Weeks have gone by
Since I’ve last seen
The beloved brother.
My heart is heavy,
My body a bother.
Forgetful of my own self,
My soul is not content
With physicians’ remedies,
Resting upon my shelf.
Ah, but to say,
“He is here”
Is what will revive my spirit.
His name heard elicites
Chills up my neck
A knot in my gut
It’s more beneficial to me
Than my chipped ceramic cup
Of herbal tea.
I hear his voice,
I am well.
To see his face
Sadness is driven away.
If I could share his embrace
TODAY!
Behold, my brother beloved
.
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This is one of a group of prose writings I wrote in the mid 90’s about a sibling-type relationship that accompanies lovers.
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