"Free Verse (lines of poetry written in a poetic voice, with no particular structure or meter, and no rhymes … that flows, with line-breaks in smoothly comfortable places)"
Come, let me gently pull you into our quietnesswhere wonder has etched the loveliness of
your softly alluring "take me" eyes
permanently into my hopeful,
azure blues,
where the dawns rise silently ~ gently
to mist our early skies with gold
before surrendering...
on unto the day.
Let us entwine our ever-willing, hungry fingers
in quiet, reverent solitude...
to stroll through boundless amber fields,
where wild stalks of wheat in training
learn to weather life's gloriously
gentled breath of creation,
waving as one together
at all awe-struck
passers-by.
Let me know you in your quiet stillness,
as I have known you like soft waves
fondling the excited shore, while
You are siren, I am sailor...
where the all of us is
~ Eternity.
Let me love you in your calm moments,
that I may know it is me your loins
open in aching hunger for, and
it is for me your eyes close
when your sighs breathe
and flow softly down
o'er me from your
lusty throat.
Then, in the solitude of this time, Our time...
embraced in these hushed surroundings,
let our souls meld into matrimony,
with no clergy or witnesses,
....and....
in these quiet places, let me be
the sole reason your arms,
your moist lips, and
your world
exists.
Richard W. Jenkins
©2015