MY WHISPERED THOUGHTS
Caressingly
Is how you lay in my arms-after bathing in the night's perfume
The scent of you now showers me
Like the fresh fragrance left behind by a long midnight rain
Intimate are the whispered thoughts of my heart towards you
Your soft breathing humbles my manhood
So I respectfully hold you closer to me---
Squeezing you
A little tighter as I look down at the warmth of your face
In my touch of you
I would like to impart the tenderness of my emotions
My love thoughts of you is a language without words
You move slightly
Positioning yourself for sleep
The softness of your body pleasures my being
Your left hand strokes my right arm
And with eyes closed
Your smile kindly tells my spirit goodnight
Instinctively
I kiss your tender lips as if joyfully praising who you are to me
And I find you sweeter than the sweetest sweet
I attempt not to look upon you in admiration
I pretend
As though my gaze could worship your beauty in secret
Weak am I
For how can I refuse myself
The luxury of seeing the gift of love, which lies inside of you
I can't deny
That this moment and your beauty
Are worthy of so much more from me
Boldly do I brush the hair from your neck---
Honored
Am I that you would find comfort and refuge in my arms
Resting your jewel crown upon my chest
Nestling the silk of your skin against my skin
How my heart longs to be the lover of your soul
So much so
That I silently question
Do you ever hear
How often my heart whispers, "I love you"
TONIGHT THE RAIN CRIES
(I Miss You)
The rain cries because it now understands
How the familiar scent of you
Which spreads itself like morning dew
Wounds my muffled memories
Understood is a once forgotten fragrance
How it rips at my heart---
Unhidden are my chocolate covered secrets of pain
The shadows of the dark now bloom like apple orchards
How I regret giving rest to the beautiful springtime thoughts
Like worker bees your scent is once again forever busy
Making sweet nectar of our long ago laughter
With gloved hands I want to remove my conscious mind
For succulent juices drench my soul
As your scent is freshly squeezed all over me again
Powerless am I to escape the air
Which carries your fragrance like broken tears
Reminding my face why my hands are also wet
For my weeping is the voice heard in the forest
Whenever voiceless rain cries tears
And tonight it smells like rain