The Hibernian Poet

So sure it shows

2009-02-23T20:58:00.000-08:00

The fact that February
is so bitter means
little to me tonight,
you are warmth
and this Monday
is so cold.

Whiskey does not help
and that is obvious,
but then my eyes
caught yours,

I am captivated
by you, but then
February is so cold.

@ @

© Oisin

For she knows.

Emptied

2009-02-12T20:32:00.000-08:00

If,
in your memory
the thought of my touch
no longer reminds your
skin of me,
then throw me to the wind
so whatever is left of me
leaves your heart and
I will be mine
once more.

@ @

© Oisin

Dishabille

2009-02-11T19:32:00.000-08:00

The wind caresses
your nakedness entices
shrouds my shadow

@ @

I remember.

Naked Haiku, of course made that up.

Drift currents

2009-02-05T20:26:00.001-08:00

What was left standing
after our winter’s storm,
this tranquile ocean scoured
clean by my changing sands.

Of this winters seas,
I fell in love again.
And then you broke
upon my shore.

@ @

À vous je donne.

Twelve minutes till spring

2009-02-04T13:52:00.000-08:00

For a moment
I thought winter
was finally willing
to allow my feet
to grow familiar
with her cold oak floors,
but she was winter
and now I just
wished for you.

@ @

* juste un souhait

Heartbeat

2009-01-18T19:57:00.000-08:00

Tonight,
in my
divine consciousness,
I find myself not
so with peace.

Lost in this
desire for you,
I hear the inner cries
of solitude without
you.

Inside each
life-breath,

I listen.

@ @

© Oisin

Hurried

2009-01-13T20:31:00.000-08:00

I have tasted
words from
your wet lips
softy,

gently they
spoke to me
swiftly,

that was
love
hurried,

it
is gone.

© Oisin

@

On Course

2009-01-13T20:29:00.001-08:00

Within this sea of linen
your belly is
the horizon,
my shoreline,
it beckons
me.

© Oisin

@ @

Café

2008-12-29T13:18:00.000-08:00

You were
cream-colored coffee
upon ivory
white bed linens,
your tummy
consumed
the morning.

I was the shadow
a whispered
desire.

@ @

© Oisin

Iciness

2008-12-22T19:31:00.000-08:00

Lost within the dance
of frosts’ gentle music,
the cold winter nights that
caressed your eyes seems far
too distant from this lonely
December night.

I watched the sparkle from the
gas light as it was splintered by
geometric prisms and defined
on our bedroom window.

It’s cold tonight and
I remember
you.

© Oisin |

Eyes closed

2008-12-16T09:04:00.000-08:00

I miss the way you
would kiss my eyes,
your lips would caress
them with the gentleness
of the breath you inhaled
back over my skin.

I miss how you would
kiss my eyes closed.

@ @

© Oisin

Crevasse

2008-12-15T21:46:00.001-08:00

Tonight I offer myself to the
curvature and contours of your back.
Deep in this undertaking I am lost
between the commonplace and dreamlike,
where touch meets the taste of you.

I will ask nothing more of you now
but to give your consent to my devotions.
The subtle crevasses of your backbone
and the roundedness of your hips
will become the alter that I worship at.

Forgive me for
onto your hips I am taken.

@ @

© Oisin

Watched once

2008-12-05T12:59:00.000-08:00

I didn’t always want to watch
your nakedness in the shower.
I remember a time when water
falling off your breasts was just that,
water washed clean.

And then I touched you,

and it was then that I knew
that my love for you was
flamed by your wet body.

@ @

© Oisin

Once tomorrow please

A kiss that strayed

2008-12-05T12:55:00.000-08:00

It wasn’t supposed to be,
that those lips that so
restfully fit mine
would find their way
back a second time.

That they would remind me
that a touch left untouched
would be nothing more
but a kiss that strayed
away once before.

@ @

© Oisin

Then

2008-09-25T13:34:00.000-07:00

If I asked you about
your gentle touch,
would you talk about
when you last touched
me,

If I touched your
soft lips tonight,
would you remind me
of how we kissed
when we said
good-bye.

@ @

© Oisin

Felled

2008-09-25T13:32:00.001-07:00

Somewhere inside these words
a breath of yesterday broke
gently upon my cheek.

When I didn’t want to hear,
I looked away and one more
time fell into your eyes.

@ @

© Oisin

Washed away

2008-09-25T13:29:00.001-07:00

I washed Saturdays’ kiss
from my lips with
warm scotch,

It was Monday and
and I still tasted you
fresh on my lips.

It is Tuesday and
now I am without you.

© Oisin

Closed eyes

2008-09-25T13:27:00.000-07:00

I have closed my eyes and
shared a thousand
whispers with you.

A thousand times
my breath traced
the soft skin of
your neck.

Like before when my
lips spoke to
you alone.

Let me whisper soft
words against you,
one more time
alone.

@ @

Dressing with you

2008-06-06T13:42:00.000-07:00

I want to feel your skin against mine,
to feel you fit over me like a fresh
laundered cotton shirt in the morning.
To feel your kisses against my neck
much like my collar brushes against me
when I turn to see if you are near.
To be excited as I feel you cover my arms,
raising the soft hairs of my forearm
your tender touch passes over me
creating chills of crisp anticipation.
Our arms stretch out together as
you hold my wrists like starched
cuffs bound by ivory links.
You will arouse me again with
your fingers as they trace over me
they will feel the sharp creases and
then pull tight and set straight the
rough edges you have awaken.
With my eyes closed I count eight the
times your fingers press against my chest
and work their way over my belly.
Chills erupt from folds within the chintz
as my hand slides down along side of you
and draws you into the hollow of my back.

I will look forward to dressing with
you again.

@ @

You took

2008-06-06T13:40:00.000-07:00

From the beat of
this spirit
I give to you
my love
with its rhythms
I offered
you my song.
You took me on
your dance
then left me with
the music
and this lonely heart
again.

Hallway

2008-06-06T13:39:00.000-07:00

Love,
once again you have
taken contentment from me

When this heart was not looking,
you gave it restlessness

When this heart was not sleeping,
you gave it emptiness

I turned my head and with a
simple distraction you stole the
loneliness my heart calls today

You led her to the hallways
I saunter my days away in,
and with a single kiss from her eyes,
she has given to me,

love,
I shall curse you

Love,
you have saved me once more

tu es mon amour

@ @

Your allure

2008-06-06T13:38:00.000-07:00

Where between your thighs
does this beautiful music come,
why when I am out of tune do
I yearn for their warm hold,
enticing my body to kiss you,
your music plays the song
of my loneliness tonight.

@ @

Taunting

2008-06-06T13:36:00.000-07:00

Breathe your gentle touch over
the softest of my skin and awaken
that which needs your attention most.
Taste me with kisses so gently placed
upon the tenderness of my under arm
that my breathing inhales all of you when
your mouth leaves the familiarness of my skin.
With each touch of your lips against me,
the want for more of you possesses all of me,
my body rises to find you inside new hunger.
Your weight pushing back against me pins
me into a surrender of incredible desires.
Promise to take me slowly for I can not
be gentle with the hunger of this wanting
I have for you and your taunting touches.

@ @

I dreamt of you

2008-06-06T13:22:00.000-07:00

Once again you came to me
while deep within my dreams.
Reminding me of the lonely
memories of your embrace.
Those reminiscence songs and the
haunting sounds of your winds and
how your kisses take my breath away.
My thoughts caresses the soft shapes of your hills,
this quiet brings song from the strands
upward to the crags of Brandon.

Brushed

2008-06-06T13:17:00.002-07:00

Your finger tips
excite my skin

A caress from your
lashes awaken
my heart

gentle kisses laid
against my tummy

with my anticipation
of your closeness

I drift away

@ @

[Untitled]

2008-06-06T13:17:00.001-07:00

I am washed in new desire for you,
increasingly thirsty for your gentle kiss,
I hunger for the hurried flood of passion
that is released from the single touch
of your fingertips upon my flesh,
after tomorrow is gone I will not crave
yesterday as much as I crave you today.

@ @ @

The cobblestone pathway

2008-06-06T13:16:00.001-07:00

The essence that is myself
was shaped within the gentle
kisses you placed upon my heart.

The sun would rise and set with
our eyes locked on what was ours,
my fingers tip-toed over the cobblestone
pathway we lived with each breath,
and my eyes danced over the softness
of your beautiful body and the
delicacy of your quiet thoughts.

The essence that is myself
has been shaped within gentle
days I know without you,
as I continue on life’s
pathway.

@ @

So many things

2008-06-06T13:14:00.000-07:00

I’ve been the cloud
that has pierced your sky
but never the sky its entered.

I have been the wind
but never the leaves that
capture me as I enter the limbs.

I have been the water
but never the banks of
the river or oceans shore
I pound against.

I have been the love
that enters your days
but I have never been the heart.

I have been the music as
it was played by your fingers
but never the music written.

I know our lovemaking
but not as if I was you.

So many things I
do not want.

So many things
I do.

What is it like
to be you

@ @

I fall victim

2008-06-06T13:12:00.000-07:00

I concede defeat to you again from
this battle you waged against my heart.
Relentless in your continued taunting,
I fought a wasted defense from you.
Failed by the armor I depended upon
to shield me from your arrows, it
allowed you to pierce my spirit
and inflict a mortal wound in me.
Once more the battlefield bears
the brands of this impassioned love
and I fall victim to its hands.
Without fanfare or marching parades
the battle ends here within your arms and
I fall prisoner to you,
and to love I will
surrender.

@ @

Response

2008-06-06T13:11:00.000-07:00

With the morning touch of your lips against mine
I recognize a new day shall be filled with
new and never ending sensations.

With each kiss I will taste the fullness
of your body and the ocean's salt upon
this skin that I have come to adore.

With no fear of tomorrow’s loneliness
I looked into your eyes and knew the sun setting
was only the end of that day and our mooring.

I will listen to hear you whisper my name
within the gentle wave-like rhythms of
our bodies washing against each other.

The nights will be filled with the fragrant
aroma of our bodies as they lay against
each other as the ebb leaves us cast ashore.

@ @

cinq

Within the wake

2008-06-06T13:10:00.001-07:00

Your body is my ocean,
the soft steady breezes of
our love making fills my sails
as we rise and fall in the wake
of the ocean of linen we navigate.
With moans from within this vessel
and the tender tapping from worn riggings
I move forward through waters I do not fear
And to a harbor I will know as home port.

@ @

Her lace

2008-06-06T13:08:00.000-07:00

How I gazed upon her intricacy
I held her against the light
and marveled at the beauty
that came with this early morning.

For she loved this flower
above all others
but now would I dare
to gather even one
bouquet.

@

Medium-Dry

2008-06-06T13:07:00.000-07:00

Potato
liquid manifestation
chilled and thickened
shaken with olive juice
martini

Soft boiled

2008-06-06T13:06:00.001-07:00

With such tenderness
you break away my shell
so gentle your hands hold me,
one stroke from your hand,
hear me beg you,
let me

amusez votre bouche.

@ @ @

Hurry to me.

Cling to me

2008-06-06T13:00:00.000-07:00

Wrap me in your arms and legs as if
you were the ivy and I only the form,
embrace me with your vines and leaves
and cover me completely with all of you.
Enfold me with your growth until I am the
shape you desire and we become the topiary.

@ @

Votre toucher,vos yeux.

Tenderly upon your neck

2008-06-06T12:58:00.000-07:00

Surrounded by muted light
I watch you remove the
garments that hide your
soft white rising curves.

I watch your shoulder lower
as if I was placing a kiss
tenderly upon your neck.

The flatness of your tummy
and rounded bend of your hips
echo the whispers of my lips
placed gently on your skin.

With a gentle cruelty you
tauntingly turn away,
please not yet,

I have not finished
wanting you.

@ @

ardour

2008-06-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

Veiled within the ardour of you,
I answer the calling enticements
of bed sheets sweetened by you,
I will become hopelessly lost in
our lovemaking and I shall drift
until the next time you call.

@ @

Je vous ai attendus.

Chocolat

2008-06-06T12:53:00.002-07:00

The temptation of wanting
you always existed, the
earth color of you against the
paleness of my ocean’s whitecaps.
I never thought about the
taste of Carmel until the
sun glistened off your skin.
Your soft curves taunted and
weaved their threads around me.
My lust for you was always
hiding behind the bars of innocence.

Tentez moi au dela imagination.

In half sleep

2008-06-06T12:53:00.001-07:00

My arm laid outward stretched
looking for you somewhere lost
inside the wrinkles of the bed linen.
Somewhere within the morning's night
I could hear your gentle breathing,
my hand searching from inside half sleep
for your softness and that dance you
do when I caress your warm skin.

My arm laid outward stretched
looking for you somewhere,
perhaps it is I, who am lost
inside the breeze that whispers
good morning.

@ @

She calls me

2008-06-06T12:49:00.000-07:00

What is it that brings me back
to the call of the oceans and not
the awe of the chapel pillars,
I move to chords played from
the ocean’s majestic harp.
What is it that brings me back
to listen to your kisses placed
gently upon her lofty shores.

Why are my eyes ocean blue

@ @

I do believe that a true God plants more than the color of your eyes or the color of your hair within your soul.

my proximity

2008-06-06T12:46:00.000-07:00

to the alluring smells of lavender and
the excitement of kisses from your lips,
to the morning sunlight reflected from
the gentleness of your skin against mine,
to the feel of the softness of your thighs
and the passion that pours from you,

leaves me wanting more.

@

Desperately seeking

2008-06-06T12:42:00.000-07:00

Desperately seeking the enchantress
who stole this Trouvere’s heart that day.

A glimpse of this Trobairitz caught at the café,
her beauty blending with spring honeysuckle.

Your song filled my heart with warmth and
I have not fallen to sleep without your
captivating smile and hazel eyes lulling
me into each night's slumber.

Desperately needing to tell you again

@ @

Good-bye

2008-06-06T12:41:00.001-07:00

Thank you for the messages
you locked away for us
in celluloid, my
captured imagination with
En lektion i karlek.

Good-bye

(A Lesson in Love)

Thistle

2008-06-06T12:39:00.000-07:00

The morning sun discovered you
hidden in racks of worn wood, and only
approachable for this shopper’s wonder,
your beautiful flower posed for love poems
inspired, waiting for capture upon dry plates
and etched for my eyes to keep you safe,
this hint of gardenia tempts my embrace
for your invitation of
my touch lavished
upon you.

Dùn

2008-06-06T12:38:00.001-07:00

Where your body closes into me
mine will arch to taste your swell.
Whenever our bodies ache for the other,
it will be together that we will share
the movement of desert sands.

We will bathe in the wash of a thousand winds
and be cleansed by the casualness of attrition.
You will feel me from under the parched sun
and I will embrace your umber flesh.

We will be joined in the ballet of Sedona sands
until the night sky shadows our love making.

@ @ @

in July

2008-06-06T12:36:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I miss winter,
with the songs of chilled air
passing through your trees,
and my feet searching for yours
underneath cold sheets at night,
and then I remember
July.

Sometimes I remember the softness
of your body pressing against mine,
the uncontrolled wanting of you as
your lips search for my kisses and
these arms taste this emptiness,
and then I remember
July.

Sometimes
I miss the rain,
sometimes
I just miss you,

in July

@ @

Un canzone passando

2008-06-06T12:34:00.000-07:00

From inside tears
his voice conveyed
my love to you.

Inside my heart
this music brought
smiles upon your face.

From inside the grape
pours the wine of
his angelic song.

This drifter

2008-06-06T12:31:00.000-07:00

I am what I have become,
a vagrant inside love's intent
and of morning’s cold coffee.

Wandering lonely streets I look
inside doorways for shadows that
swallow the morning’s sunshine like
those that devoured you at noon.

I search each day for the warmth
that you held me gently in,
when autumn called for me.

With the setting of each sun
I am more aware that I have
become a drifter and alone
inside the silhouette of you.

@ @

* untitled * (for her)

2008-06-06T12:25:00.000-07:00

I have found myself off course,
lost on paths that have not taken
me back to your warmth.

I have tasted the salt off this gentle
landscape when my hunger cried
out for the calmness of your arms.

I drank from the well in the middle
of flat femmes aiment lands where
familiar tastes and sweet night rain
fall upon my kiss.

And then I looked up and your eyes
smiled down at me.

@ @

Adage

2008-06-06T12:24:00.000-07:00

I taste the salty beads that
dance over your breasts when
you rise and arch between my kisses,
they fall like a ballet that was
choreographed for my eyes and my temptation.
Be it by intent or by fate,
I have become the captive
audience of your nakedness,
a witness of the stage I know
only as your milk white skin.

@ @

Saturday but once

2008-06-06T12:22:00.000-07:00

I forgot the taste
of your skin, but
then Friday only
comes once a week.

I remembered wanting you,
but that was on Sunday
and tonight,

I am alone.

@ @

The collision of heart

2008-06-06T12:19:00.001-07:00

From where upon these rails
did I become bound to the tie?

The branch line that took me
from the summer's schedule
and then threw me into drift,
without destination it sent
me over the shoofly that this
heart failed to hear when the
call of the train whistle cried.

Sea glass

2008-06-06T12:15:00.000-07:00

How fragile I find your heart,
with my hand laid upon your breast
I cried for a hundred tomorrows. With
the ache of emptiness always near me
I will surrender to these waves
that wash you against me, and I will
become the sea glass that survives
the storm of your water's edge.

@ @

Point in time

2008-06-06T12:14:00.000-07:00

Of late, I have taken to buying
watches for around my wrist,
it is not so much that I want to
know the time of day but
more the knowing that time
will not pass by me without
me having some responsibility
for where I am when it flashes
before with my life,

is it just time passing me by

@ @

With every kiss,
With every look,
I ask for another moment with you.

Contrition

2008-06-06T12:12:00.000-07:00

With little solace and release
I came to worship your love,
a visitor kneeling at the alter
of your heart’s chapel, a broken man
seeking salvation from just one smile.

For these nights and
this day I offer you
my repentance.

@ @

Within the clatter

2008-06-06T12:11:00.001-07:00

I will sit here tonight and drink too much
and hope that it will help me forget
the softness of your kisses as they
were laid gently on my shoulder, when
the late of night was still young.

I will once again remember the loss that was
your touch when the ice clatters on the inside
of the glass that I am holding.

Tonight is a night like we would have spoke
of promises that were fulfilled yesterday,
and embraces that fell short of things
we needed tonight.

@ @

Asparagus and eggs

2008-06-06T12:00:00.000-07:00

The softness of your supple yolk
covers the tenderness of my green stalk,

Sunday morning’s waiting,
will you dance with me tonight?

@ @

Untitled because of you

2006-11-06T20:13:00.000-08:00

I crawled into bed beside you
and my legs searched for yours,
I twisted my stomach against
the softness of your behind
and I melted into you.

I was reminded in these shadows
just how wonderfully we fit
when we lay against each other.
You respond to me with soft
movements from you silken hips.

All these things seems erotic when
I think of quiet nights next to you.

Your hair fell away from your face
and over your shoulders and
it shared the pillow I laid against.
I moved in closer to you so the
perfume of your hair became part of
the nights darkness and it sent chills
over my body.

I hold you under my arm while
my hand finds your breast, it
kneads it like a child in a daze
lost in the softness of the silk edges
of the sanctuary of his blanket.

With gentle kisses on your shoulder
I hope to retrieve a lasting taste from you
The softness of these kisses hidden in
a gentleness of sleep and dreams.

You whisper for me not to move
I am frozen in hunger for you,
but for now

Good night.

@ @

The quiet of you

2006-03-13T13:45:00.000-08:00

I have been lost in the quiet of you,
Somewhere between our embrace and
the parting of the softness that is you.
Now I drift in your absence away
from this haven we call love.

I hear the moist touch of our kisses
And feel the caressing of our lips as
they brush gently against the other.
The passion we pass from one to the other
Is what lovers search for on lonely nights,
I am missing this place you brought me to.

Closing my eyes to capture a moment
When I last laid a finger tip on your skin.
Hours away from your embrace.

@ @ @

Forever

2006-03-13T13:42:00.000-08:00

I laid over you with my face resting against your belly
my fingers etched messages into your ribs that
I knew no one would see but me.
I left marks that seemed to say,
I love you.

I tasted your breasts and traced three words
over them with my tongue, words I knew
you would understand if only you could see,
I need you.

Our eyes met just before I kissed you
and they said a thousand words my fingers
and lips could never leave upon your skin,
This belly is mine and

I am forever yours.

@ @ @

Your skin

2006-03-13T13:40:00.000-08:00

I have fallen in love yet once more.
This that has charmed my imagination
is something I in no way anticipated.
To be near another pleasure I crave.
My lust for such beauty once more
occupied by such incredible prettiness,
to lay my hand against such splendor.
I am under control of want and desire
Forgive me and do not be jealous,
for I truly love this enchantment
I have found on your tender skin.

May I kiss you.

@ @ @

This kiss and you

2006-03-13T13:36:00.000-08:00

I wait for the moment that I
can touch my lips against
your soft white milk skin.
I close my eyes and remember
each of the kisses that we shared.

I can not resist this hunger that
brings me to you over and over again,
for it controls me more then I control myself.
I have found myself again between this
kiss and you.

With each gentle wash from my kiss
I expose my temptation to you.
Each kiss is offered up to you with
my soul and my heart and my love.

I propose this pleasure to myself as if
I am offering myself communion.
I submit myself up to you and
you will have the power over
me for I am yours,
both before and after
each of these kisses.

@ @

The Forest path

2005-08-10T20:12:00.000-07:00

I walk the woodland path
with her grace, gentle as
the breeze that follows her
along this overgrown trail.

Her fragrance drifted behind her
trailing from the straw hat she wore
shadowing her charm gently
from the on look of the
mid morning sun.

With ivy and ferns tracing her steps
and the flowers bowing to her beauty,
with the watchful eyes of dancing trees
that bend in advance of her soft passing
with each protective of her steps,
each locked in admiration of
her splendor.

I have fallen deeper in love with this
child of the forests, this lady of love.
Let me join in on your walk and
caress me with calmness then
kiss me gently.

As I admire your loveliness,
only but one of those who
see your beauty.

@ @

They fall sweetly

2005-03-26T20:15:00.000-08:00

What might be all our hearts hold
when love has filled these empty vessels.
For days bring to us anew, those
tender and certain touches we
might use as fulfillment, so needed.

Of wishes that not known before
are obliging the other’s open arms.
We entice love into this enclosure
that surrounds us, locked in love.

As we laid over crisp bed sheets
this love stretched on like fields
of white cotton that we might
linger within and dance upon
like lovers that fall locked in
wanting of need, finding you here.
Of this lust or love infused within each
inseparable tonight again, in our bed.
From my lips was cast upon yours
this gentleness that falls sweetly to you.

A half dozen days

2005-03-07T19:38:00.000-08:00

Where are you now with
your hands all to yourself,
did my kisses travel to the
Rockies in search of you
and was it there they found
your lips waiting for me,
were they like a tomorrow
or a memory of yesterday.

Can you feel my hands
upon your belly when you l
ook out this night’s window
upward to the mountain’s peak.
My heart travels those summits
with your eyes as they search the
horizon for all you find beautiful.

I wish I was in your eyes now
and standing next to you
with your arms around my neck
as they pass over the hillsides
seeing what is there shinning
down upon your beauty.

Soon you will return home to me
from a half dozen days away
from snow covered worlds where
my thoughts warmed the
bed you laid within.
I have missed these lands
our compass calls love.

@ @

Clinging to you

2005-03-04T18:40:00.000-08:00

We sat by the garden gate
entranced by the late afternoon’s
shade that has hidden us from the
two worlds we inhabit when as one.
Finding us with reality or fantasy
undistinguishable from the other.
Your kisses trigger new passions
that found themselves lost
in the undergrowth of this
manicured garden we sit within.
Of these vines that grow and
hang on to these rock walls
I cling to you holding you
where we sit unable to leave you
even one more time.

@ @

http://oldpoetry.com/Poem/1100281

A bowl of You

2005-03-01T20:10:00.000-08:00

I made leek soup because
I didn’t know what else to
do to occupy my mind.
I had kissed you good bye
until when you return to me
and I will hold you again.

I chopped the leafy plant and
with every cut of the knife a
tear fell to the cutting board.
My hands missed the softness
of your cheek and neck and
once I even tried to lie to myself
about the soft center of that leek
being as tender as your skin
an hour ago when we traded
I love you’s.

Why would I do such a foolish thing
trying to trade that last touch of you
for something as simple as food.
Forgive me for such a waste of time
when all I wanted was a bowl of you
before I go to bed.

@@ @

Bernard De Ventadorn

2005-02-24T11:35:00.000-08:00

When the new vegetation and the leaves appear, when the flowers bloom on the branch, and when the nightingale clear and loud raises its voice and begins to sing, I rejoice in the nightingale, and in the flowers, and in myself, and most of all in my lady. I am surrounded by joy on all sides, but she is the joy from which all other joys come.

If I knew how to cast spells on people, my enemies would become babes, so that none of them could discover anything that could be turned against us. I know now that I will see my lady, and her fair eyes and fresh color, and I will kiss her on the mouth every which way, so that for a month the marks will be visible.

So much do I love my lady, and hold her dear, and so much do I fear and honor her, that I dare not talk to her of myself. I ask her nothing and I send her nothing. But still she knows of my pain and sorrow, and when it pleases her she bestows on me grace and honor, and when it pleases her I submit to even less so that no blame may come to her.

I would like to find her alone, sleeping, or pretending to sleep, so that I could steal a sweet kiss from her, since I am not worth so much that I could ask it of her. By God, lady, little do we profit from our love; time passes, and we are losing the best moments. We should speak in a coded language, and since audacity is worth little, may ingenuity be the thing.

Alas! I die from desire. For often, I am so full of yearning that theives could carry me off, and I wouldn't even realize what was happening. By God, Love! you find me Defeated, with few friends and without another master. Why don't you, once, ensnare my lady, before I am consumed with passion?

@

Last Sojourn

2005-02-19T07:08:00.000-08:00

I walked over the dried land,
traveled along vanished roads,
where broken hearts had laid
themselves down to the surrender,
I walked without tire but spent from
the loss my heart had suffered.
Days and nights passed from one,
into the other with no break in time
but that of telling myself I am alone.
I passed from day to week and
then into tomorrow until that
day I came upon you by chance.
With softness you quenched my
thirst from the dust taken in
from those who passed me along my way.
I stared out until my eyes met yours,
how will I thank you for finding me,
this lost soul, this traveler
on his last sojourn.

@ @

This love is unearthed

2005-02-14T23:01:00.000-08:00

I reached out for you
tonight and I cried,
I cried for the want of
you touching me,
the want of me
craving you.

I see you before me even though
we sit quietly alone and so apart,
separated by those who
would separate our hearts.

I long for the closeness
of our hearts and those
touches our souls have
grown to need from the other.
In finding such softness as
that between you and I.

How we long for the
feel of the others skin
The sound of our hearts,
beating together but separated
still in search of the other.

I love you more now than an
hour ago or that of a day
or even a week passed.
This love is unearthed
by those eruptions of
loneliness and all
together the battles
of loveless-ness.

@

http://allpoetry.com/Poem/1061745

Pablo Neruda - I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

2005-02-13T21:01:00.000-08:00

From time to time it is important to bring into the light works that have had a great influence upon my thoughts, my loves, my poetry. Please read and enjoy this poem by Pable Neruda.

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating youBend to you,
and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Her Dancing

2005-02-11T11:56:00.000-08:00

I gazed upon her dancing
a gentle ballet into the forest,
her motions rounding the trees
that watched her every step
in astonishment and admiration.

Close the stream played its
music, the melody that kept
rhythm with her on this stage
a dancer in a progression, lost.
Water caresses the stones with
lights and reflections of this dream,
cool breezes followed her with
the waters rippled song.

The honeysuckle bowed before her,
the beauty of this nymph not matched
by anything in nature, surrounding her,
fragrances linger from each ‘er spin,
they mix and mingle with gentle petals,
a dance of motions with dandelion spores
that gave way to witness the beauty of her.

The flowing of her hips and the rise of
her breasts, half hidden with lengths
of silken hair, dazzling with each
leap her body did contrive and perform.

Had I witnessed this beauty as but once
I’d take my life’s gift and pack it away.
For this ground shared with her hidden.
This nymph lost within my heart
and captured by mine eyes, these
times returned, her beauty gave to me
as I looked into her soul.

@ @

http://www.oldpoetry.com/Poem/1053997

Your Kiss

2005-01-22T09:29:00.000-08:00

My heart cries for you,
hours pass and I‘m alone,
recalling how our lips touched,
how each kiss moistened our lips,
now my hands are idle from you.

I am lost during this night's loneliness,
in these surroundings I call my house.
How empty it is,
when we are not together
lost tonight,
alone in
the dark.

@ @

Delicate Sensations

2005-01-15T21:40:00.000-08:00

You in your beauty sat over me
capturing my imagination with
movements spawned deep inside
this hidden place I have come to linger.

By defining how long our lovemaking
would last and how you will take me,
your body became the timetable and
your eyes served as looking glasses on
this pleasure trip you take me upon.

I am held captive with little struggle
chained by emotions and lubricated
with showers of this winters day and it’s love.

Hold my hands in yours while we journey
throughout this portrait of delicate sensations
and visual treats your love rations sparingly
to me.

@ @

Olives

2005-01-05T19:46:00.000-08:00

The taste of you
fascinates me immeasurably .
The taste of brine,
the feeling of oils,
the tender inside of you
craft a craving within
and sparks desires deep.

I’ve shared you with
her by a kiss,
to a cheek,
to her tummy.
I enhance you with
red wines, tenderness
lingering against my tongue.

I bite out your center
lightly touching it
between my fingers
removing you and teasing
you letting you
coat the inside my mouth.

You the olive
stimulate me again tonight.

@

Hearts tears

2005-01-03T19:23:00.000-08:00

So beyond belief is our love making,
might we never see the other side again,
the loneliness without you. How it haunted
my heart too tears, as after we made love tonight,
don’t let me leave you alone, hold me for hours,
cling to my hand or look into my eyes
so I can again hold on to you,
together feel the love just shared.

Give your word to me and
promise yourself, when
last we kiss, from when we part
from such indescribable closeness,
we will spend our minutes and hours
locked together, if nothing more
but to ward off such sadness.

The Fisherman / Yeats

2004-12-31T14:31:00.000-08:00

Although I can see him still,
The freckled man who goes
To a grey place on a hill
In grey Connemara clothes
At dawn to cast his flies,
It’s long since I began
To call up to the eyes
This wise and simple man.
All day I’d looked in the face
What I had hoped ’twould be
To write for my own race
And the reality;
The living men that I hate,
The dead man that I loved,
The craven man in his seat,
The insolent unreproved,
And no knave brought to book
Who has won a drunken cheer,
The witty man and his joke
Aimed at the commonest ear,
The clever man who cries
The catch-cries of the clown,
The beating down of the wise
And great Art beaten down.
Maybe a twelvemonth since
Suddenly I began,
In scorn of this audience,
Imagining a man,
And his sun-freckled face,
And grey Connemara cloth,
Climbing up to a place
Where stone is dark under froth,
And the down-turn of his wrist
When the flies drop in the stream;
A man who does not exist,
A man who is but a dream;
And cried, ‘Before I am old
I shall have written him one
Poem maybe as cold
And passionate as the dawn.’

W.B. Yeats

Sixty Two

2004-12-27T19:20:00.000-08:00

I will remind you as each
number passes the one before.
I have chosen to number those
times I am captivated with
that part of you that makes me
smile in such a naughty little way.
When you walk away
or climb steps in front of
me, while we are out walking,
it is not a coincidence that I
let you walk a step or two
in front of me, or that I
turn and watch you walk away.

You seem taken aback
with the thought that me,
admiring your dupa
would be something
I do because I am influenced
from love and I would
only notice such a pretty
thing because I love you.

It is not.
I notice every part of you
every day because every day
I fall more in love with you.

@ @

Cravings

2004-12-16T13:03:00.000-08:00

Let me whisper a poem
into your ear,
let me sing a song
to your heart,
let me touch that
which I have found
my soul craves.

@ @

First we kissed

2004-12-16T11:56:00.000-08:00

On a summers eve you came to me
in a robe of satin, emerald green
in a garden sweet with spearmint mist
a whisper of lavender
when first we kissed.

@ @

Next Time

2004-12-07T18:59:00.000-08:00

Nights filled with cool desert
winds blow, towards me
filled with those bouquets
of your body, that I have now
grown so accustomed to.
My imagination, when away from you
ignites my senses to those heights
of both lust and intoxication.
Your voice corrects my course
in my routes taken between
embrace and kisses.
I will avoid the winds that
take me away from you.

Next time.

@ @

No Secret

2004-12-07T11:59:00.000-08:00

What is it you ask, that makes you unique.
What makes this day today, and not yesterday.
What is it, which I see in your eyes
when you look at me, and without
words, ask me what I am thinking.
Do you know, it is no secret and it is no puzzle
what I find unique in your beauty.

I find you inimitable, this place
next to you beyond compare.
I find your arms and touch
totally and unique.

@ @

Never hurry

2004-11-30T13:05:00.000-08:00

Please, never hurry to veil
your body from my eyes.
Do not cover yourself
after we have made love
for this would deny me that,
of seeing you in this light.

Promise me today, which
my eyes long to see,
wont be hidden from me
to look upon, and
enjoy this body of yours.

I find your nakedness rousing,
tantalize me with your hips
and use familiar movements
like these dances we shared.

It calls me when I am lost
and it led me home when I
found myself off course.
This allure of your body
has again captivated me
as my favorite distraction.

I will love nothing more
than the sight of you exposed
lying next to me on this bed,
or standing in front of me,
crossing this room to me.
You have become this
favorite distraction.
My desire.

@ @

Two bodies lay over this bed

2004-11-25T19:30:00.000-08:00

I lay beside this temple that I have just
worshiped upon and taken communion at.
You lay next to me, having carried out
the services like that of a some sacred priestess
performing carnal rituals now, so complete.

I entered this place of worship slowly
in complete darkness knowing lights
would be envious of me, and how
I have had you tonight, without thoughts
of sharing in this place, in this time

I watch dancing lights flourish on
your skin like candles at the alter
of some magnificent chapel.
I witness these lights as they kiss those
places that I had kissed just an hour before.

You entered my soul deliberately and
I am grateful for your blessings upon me and
using those mores that are now cherished
with such a blessed act as we performed tonight.

Can I tell you agin.

@ @

Shadows

2004-11-24T18:24:00.000-08:00

Thoughts of you dwell in me
from morning until nightfall.
Shadows of you appear next to me
on walls and sidewalks as I walk past
in my lingering translation of solitude.

Without you, I am whisked past crowds
that might offer me comforts or perhaps
engage me in banter that would lead my
thoughts away from these forlorn days
of missing you and remembering.
How this soul drifts without the haven you
offer it with your lips and guide me back to you.

@ @

Let me Taste the rain

2004-11-21T17:52:00.000-08:00

Let me taste rain from your lips,
while you hold me in your arms.
Can I ask that they always be there
to harbor me in storms that happen
upon me during early afternoons.
As we close our eyes and touch each other
we hope to retain the sensations created
between our tender kisses and caresses.
We laughed in the rain and teased
each other in ways that lingered
until nights sleep and dreams
carry us away.

Crazy, as thunder crashes above us,
rain, pouring down through the trees.
Together rain cascades down and
over us, no one even remotely close.
Under cover, we once again find
the tenderness of each other. Our
skin's taste fresh upon these lips.

We trap our desires for this closeness
under an umbrella we hold together,
touching each other, teasing, probing
for more extensions of these times.
We create desires to taunt such passions
and hold one another until they subside,
lost among the steam of summers rain.

@ @

Covered by you

2004-11-21T17:29:00.000-08:00

Layered under covers
of crisp clean linen
sandwiched under you and
above the bottom sheet.
Your body clings to me
holding me as captive,
covered by your skin,
and milked by your secrecy.
All is in play here tonight,
enveloped with warmth and
movements that seize me, hand like
touches and brought responses.
Of places unknown, under these
thin restraints in playing fields,
make love more
than once tonight.
Lay still over me,
feel this again
with me and of you.

I breathe.@ @

Sidewalk Bench

2004-11-06T19:13:00.000-08:00

I watched two lovers exchanging
kisses on the sidewalk bench,
they seemed very lost inside
a world that was being defined
by tastes and sensations they shared.
Their kisses were slow and gentle,
continuous and oblivious to surroundings.
Tenderness and new love were
in breezes that lingered the streets.

I remembered our first anticipated touch
And first kisses we as strangers shared
Those awe-inspiring feelings you
generated within me, when your eyes
first found the inside of my heart.

Have I thanked you recently, for
reviving the love that left me
alone on that sidewalk bench.

@ @

Cool Breezes

2004-08-28T13:10:00.000-07:00

Cool breezes surround us
like beautiful songs searching
for the ears of lovers.
Hearing its rhythms, we together
partake in dance infused by
unhurried movements against ourselves.
Our exposed bodies protected by
each other and saved for hidden
secrets and kisses we share today in seclusion.
Can you hear me whisper,

I love you.

@ @

Let me taste the rain

2004-07-09T18:55:00.000-07:00

Let me taste rain from your lips,
while you hold me in your arms.
Can I ask that they always be there
to harbor me in storms that happen
upon me during early afternoons.
As we close our eyes and touch each other
we hope to retain the sensations created
between our tender kisses and caresses.
We laughed in the rain and teased
each other in ways that lingered
until nights sleep and dreams
carry us away.

Crazy, as thunder crashes above us,
rain, pouring down through the trees.
Together rain cascades down and
over us, no one even remotely close.
Under cover, we once again find
the tenderness of each other. Our
skin's taste fresh upon these lips.

We trap our desires for this closeness
under an umbrella we hold together,
touching each other, teasing,probing
for more extensions of these times.
We create desires to taunt such passions
and hold one another until they subside,
lost among the steam of summers rain.

@ @

Happy Birthday to my sister Linda.

Without You

2004-05-27T18:49:00.000-07:00

I stayed awake last night
thinking about a tomorrow
without you as part of these
coming days of mine.

The mornings music thru
open window brings hint of
honeysuckle and your scents.
Songs by morning birds mimicking
your voice and breaths, upon
my waiting ears and consciousness
with soft delightful charms.

I think about afternoons
in what I feel is a half
lustful state waiting to hold you.
In trance by the offing of our lips
meeting each other once again.

To imagine an evening not engulfed
by our translations tighten my stomach
in knots of loneliness and wanting.
How you bring me to such heights,
let me adore you, for I would not
stray beyond the reach of your kiss.

I will fall into sleep wishing the week
away and long to be adjoined with you
again in my embrace and in your heart.
Hold me soon,

I whisper tonight.Alone.

@

I will beg

2004-05-19T19:02:00.000-07:00

I have never heard passions
like that of these recent callings.
Echoed with our breathing,
serenaded by winds and waters,
fueled by the skins caresses
then excited by cooling raindrops.

My hands had touched skin before
but, never have I been, before
swept away, by these sensations.
We abused hours for these desires,
creating gaps in our certainty,
longings, un-described to anyone
and hoarded for ourselves only.

I remember each moment of you,
as if it was a again upon me.
I will beg for an agreement between
you and time to allow me another
hour, alone with your beauty and
with this enchantment you possess.
Hold me in this moment we share
and lets us abuse our sense of time
once more and then again tomorrow.

@

Caught glimpses

2004-05-09T18:55:00.000-07:00

The days away from you
has caused me to make references
to those things that might be, everyday,
or perhaps if not un-noticeable to me.

The breeze that found its way
over the fence and against
the back of my neck, brings
the thrill your fingers spawn.
I felt a shiver at the thought
of you touching me soon.

Caught glimpses of you in the
park have aroused me like I was
oung man not knowing the treasures
found in familiar arms, your arms.
I long to soon feel those embraces again.

I without thought touch my lips,
chills run my spine like those
I have felt from your lips,
the caresses of your kisses
against my skin as the walk
around my neck in warm trails.

Imaginings over take me in songs
of the outside world and blends
them with daydreams of minutes
listening to your words and your breathing.
I expect every new sight and sound
to rush you to me.

I will miss you again tonight,

Think of me?@

Io ho bisogno del Suo tocco.

Ora tocco

2004-03-14T17:33:00.000-08:00

Labbra ora toccati ed
intatti che hanno esperimentato
mollezza di un sogno.

mollezza di un sogno.
tiene bene mio segreto di
brividi scoperti.

@

Now touched

Untouched now touched
lips having experienced
softness of a dream.

The sunshine will
keep my secret of
shivers discovered.

@

Volere

2004-03-04T19:43:00.000-08:00

Lei posa di fronte a me
riforne a parteggia
tutto voglioe tra quelli
I braccii stasera

@ @

She lays before me
her arms to her sides
everything I want
is between those
arms tonight.

@ @

Su

2004-03-04T17:38:00.000-08:00

Io baciai la pelle molle alla Sua scollatura.
Io baciai su e sul Suo mento.
Io lasciai i miei labbra toccare
il Suo.

@

I kissed the soft skin
at your neckline.
I kissed up and over your chin.
I let my lips touch yours.

@

Paths followed

2004-02-24T19:52:00.000-08:00

My fingers follow paths
fashioned by beads of wine
as they plot a course down over you.

Do they know where they are going?

Or are they on a tempest to enjoy as
much of you as possible.

My fingers are so envious.

My lips jealous.

@

Excuse my eyes

2004-02-23T17:26:00.000-08:00

Excuse my eyes as they search
the curves of your face.

Excuse my eyes as the venture
over each flowing line your lips accent.

Excuse my eyes as they enjoy this
sojourn they have undertaken,
in long, looking as your hair
falls over your cheeks in kiss like fashions.

Excuse my eyes as they crave too
know what a touch
upon this skin might spur.

Excuse my eyes for they
long to know the softness
that lays upon that face,
and under each eye.

Excuse my eyes while
they enjoy
just one kiss.

@

Finger tips inching

2004-02-18T20:06:00.000-08:00

Finger tips inching, the
distance between hands.
Watching them each,
touched once fasting.
Eyes finding eyes
where fingers tips can not.

Looking for gazes so
desperate to share.
Thought migration
longing but shared.

Eyes finding eye
inches apart
staring at you,
no distance at all.

@

Wine mixed

2004-02-18T19:05:00.000-08:00

The colors of wine mix
with the drops of water
as the ice melts from your
bodies heat, and then
they roll from your body.

Wasting none of this taste
I will gobble up my share,
of wine from you.

Both are intoxicating.

@