To live in agony

beneath the coolness of the sheets,

your presence remains alive

with your scent pressed firmly upon my skin

and a mind projecting reoccurring movies of
hands tracing one woman’s curves,
and lips which follow closely behind
in a play of delicate unison;



one memory etched forever within a mind
how long to remain in agony?
awaiting your return

lost significance

all you have to do is say my name.
a soft touch of my hand
and I am lost
within your words
never wanting to be found again.

My promise

A soul was ignited with promise and hope
Of our time measured in weeks;

Upon our first meeting,
I was found lost and down trodden;

But alive I became with your words of beauty
Spoken with trust, honesty and heart;

To forget, not I
For inside my heart
you will remain forever.

Not afraid

I'm not afraid anymore,
to let you take my hand
as we walk side by side;

I'm not afraid anymore,
to kiss you in public;

I want the world to
see what you mean to me;

I'm not afraid anymore
to say those three little words

I love you,

But out loud, is another matter.

Alive

There are no crystal balls, nor time machines
Which let me see our outcome;
Nor a voice to speak to me
But something definite has awaken inside of me
Feelings which were long ago locked away
Now sit on the forefront of my mind
Joy, passion and desire has returned
And tugs at my being
To let me know I am alive.

to miss

When you're away;

I miss your sweet touch
upon my breasts;

I miss your scent upon my skin;

I miss your smile within my mind;

I miss your words upon your tongue;

I miss my fingers within your hair;

I miss my lips upon your chest;

I miss your heartbeat next to mine;

I miss your hand within mine;

I miss your arms wrapped around my body;

I miss you,

The journey to life

For us
There is no bed of roses anymore;
Nor the struggles of living on a prayer

And it is all long since remembering
you kissing me gently
in the rain
when neither you nor i cared;

The minutes, the moments, the years we shared
wich began with the picture of my house
outlined with the factory in the back;

fades into a distant memory
of I loving you and you loving me

regret? I have none for
it was all
rocky stepping stones
to reach a new path
of enlightenment
to be able to find
peace, pleasure
and the discovery of
of happiness.