alone..but not..

decisions..decisions...

Alone…But Not

 

I hope you know that what I write

comes to me on a beam of light

as in the midst of sleep...I lay,

tossing and turning ..you might say.

 

The source of light I know is you

because it's your face that I view;

I see your body…feel your touch…

no one affects me quite this much

 

for from a fog you do emerge

and thoughts of you and passion merge

my heart beats hot...the message sent

my body's up...my lust intent

 

and at this point...I have a choice…

fondle or write...both will rejoice

Should I stroke...the summit reach

or write my love...its lesson teach?

 

For you erupt...fall back to sleep…

or write for you....these visions keep?

I answer this...I'll candid be

I submit...both…are part of me.

 

My body needs...my spirit craves;

your body thrills...your love enslaves.

Body...spirit...walk hand in hand

and both possess unique demands

 

My body groans....I meet its need

my hands are yours...we do the deed

sweet touch producing aching thrill

and from afar you do my will

 

I write of you ...stream after stream…

delicious words...impassioned dreams

they land upon this fertile page

creating life as they engage.

 

No matter what my need might be

you satisfy so willingly

I'm looking toward a day ahead

when we're conjoined upon my bed…

 

and bodies...souls...united be

our passion sate...our spirits free…

we could not more enamored be...

our pleasured sighs…our poetry!

 

 

Reviews

[Ruth]

Powerful poem friend!
The yearning very well expressed with tension throughout until the impact, the adjoining:)
Wonderfully done!
xx