My Lover

I often sit down n my back porch smoking a cigar, listening to music and writing. The lakefront view seems to inspire… this was how I felt one of those many mornings.

My Lover

Overlooking the lake from my porch
a fragrant maduro cigar between my lips
her shape and texture tempting me
a careful selection for my morning
I sit quietly to write

a cup of French Roast steams
enjoying the taste of the scented air
even before the scalding sip challenges

the naked sounds of acoustic music mixes in with the music of the morning birdsong
and I can almost see the sounds
dancing in the twirling smoke as I exhale

this sleepy mind awakening slowly
crawling away from dreams of yesterday finding a harmony of recognition
hidden within the cottony clouds
a consciousness of baby blue skies

a dawning of my wholeness gradually rises within my spirit… colors begin to agree
as a painting on the canvas of today

my soul still curled up in cool satin sheets my lover’s affectionate presence saturating my conscious pondering

a memory of peeling away her nightgown with a gentleness shown to me in a sunrise
knowing I am the sunlight in her morning

her flesh ever tempting my fingertips to awaken familiar pathways we have traveled together

every stroke of my hand retelling a favorite story we created even as each sensation promises to write a new chapter

her eyes flutter open as her breathing deepens and I gaze into the brilliant blue sky of her awakening to me

the perfume of yesterday lingering like lazy clouds of of nostalgia, mingled seductively with the scent of her body
before we have bathed away the humanity we become each night…

two waking souls becoming ready for the day, we accept the ever present readiness to be lovers…

I feel myself growing to be more than a lone tree in the yard of her life
I loose myself within the very forest of her longing

and she is more than a drink to soothe the desires of my stale throat… as I bathe the roots of my mind, body, and spirit
within her endless lake of pure acceptance

Oh, to wake each day this man…
waking to the joy of my lover and to the pleasure of knowing I am awaking her ~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is nice. Passionate memories remembered in tender prose.

[Scott Kris]

Thank you kindly Linda. I am not an expert writer by any stretch. It is my way to clear things...