Remember Me

In a field of daisies
I stare at the sky
Imagining your touch

Under a waterfall
I soak up the sound
Of water beating against the rocks

At the train station
I take a seat upon a wooden bench
Smiling at my thoughts of you

In the library
I walk the aisles
Caressing the books with my fingertips

On a road once dangerous, jagged and crooked
It takes a new turn
And I enter a perfect world

In a Perfect World

In a perfect world your kiss would melt my lips
Your hand would caress my hips
Your touch would make me quiver
And the thought of you would make me shiver

In a perfect world I could cross that line
With no consequence in mind
I could touch you, feel you and
Make love to you.

In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need to write poetry
Or hide my thoughts of ecstasy
Oh, if we lived in a perfect world
I could enjoy you and me.

The Shelf

I sat in the darkness for a moment
making sure this was the right move,
am I ready?

I turned on the light after reassuring
myself that the time had come.
I walked to the closet and
opened the heavy door.

A slight draft slipped through
the crack.

Things were strewn on the shelves
and clothes had no hangers.

At the top of the shelf
was a dusty ruby red box
with a silver ribbon.

I took it off the shelf
blew off the dust and
walked into the living room,
where I sat on the couch
next to you.

I opened it with some nervousness
this would be the night.
It is a special thing to share
so handle it with care.

That night, I took my heart off the shelf
and gave it to you.

I could smell you

I could smell you
when I entered the room.

I could sense your presence
When you were near

I could taste your lips on mine.
I could hold onto the image of you for all time.

I imagined you loving me and me loving you.
Oh, how I could smell you.

I wanted to taste the sensuality of your lips
And feel your hands on my hips

I could hear your breathe on my neck
As you stood near me on the deck.

I could smell you before I saw you
I knew that I wanted you.

I smile when I think about you
And the smell of you.

Oh, how I could smell you.

Nothing is Better

there is a road
that leads
to something
new

to something
neither of us
expected

there is a valley
that is either
low or high
depending on your view

there is a type
of love that
has led me
to you.

I have traveled
many roads
to get here

there is a new place
for you
to rest your head
to shed your tears

to open your heart
welcome to your
new place
my love.

A work of art

Untouched
Rare in form
In beauty

A work of art

Visually appealing
A sight for sore eyes
Reflecting the heavens

A work of art

Still
Precious
Overpowering

A work of art

Captivating
Exquisite
You

A work of art

Portrait

If I could draw you
what beauty the canvas would know

Your eyes would set the page on fire
your smile would brighten any onlookers frown

Your body radiates perfection
Your aura is angelic

If I could draw you
what beauty I would see

If I close my eyes
Your image is light in a hall of darkness.

If I could draw you
I would melt a thousand hearts

You are beauty
You are happiness

You are intellect
You are truth

If I could draw you
from the canvas beauty would speak.

The portrait of you
at one sight makes many weak.

Oh, if I could draw you.