Knight of Nights

knight

I wake to arms

wrapping me,

gathering thoughts

of where I am,

who I am,

and what day this is.

I hold back,

tightly,

as if the wind would

swift me

away

and I no longer had

the grounding of you

shielding me from the world.

The heat from the bed

penetrates

silently

draping us both,

whispering

little secrets from our travels.

This is the way

every morning should be welcomed:

in the arms of a knight

illuminating light

into my spirit.

Collection of Moments

intimacy

As I sat, listening

to your words,

following gestures –

lines connecting,

detaching, intersecting,

circling all around you

passionately expressing

details of where you’ve been

in such joyous promptitude

I wondered how it felt

to be you.

 

How do the stories,

words, and thoughts

file inside the memory

of such a gentle soul?

How amazing to carry

those moments,

retracting them

at a push of a thought.

 

Each of us remain connected

by an action,

a lapse in time,

a twinkling pace

causing a scene for

later viewing

alone in personal time

full of tears or giggles.

 

Your smile paused

the very thought of me

noticing the attentiveness.

In such erratic tone,

the seconds lasted an eternity

when you leaned in,

closed your eyes,

kissed me for the first time

and my moment

was quickly filed under “Love.”

Drifters

drifting

I inched my way

through covers and barriers

to borrow your warmth,

smell your hair,

feel your skin,

to wrap you around

the rawness of me

as a life jacket,

captivated by the desire

of keeping me hostage

in the prison of your arms.

And,

in the darkness,

rain gently hitting the window,

the wind guiding us afloat,

sparks of electricity

charged and brought

us back to the origin

of you,

me,

as we sailed through

the ocean of us.

Meridian

ocean of space

I wake kissing your words
with desire
hoping to always
remain here
while licking your heartfelt
love each morning
we are together.
I run fingers through
the meridian lines of
energy intercepting,
provoking and enticing You
to gather me up,
fold me and put me
into that place of heaven
only you know how to do.

Beauty in a Memory

entanglementSome moments have no room for words

because just uttering a syllable

could diminish their magic.

This is such a moment

as you lie on your stomach,

bare back saluting and hypnotizing

my fingers in circles,

dragging with tender motions to

some magnetic field of joy.

The candle flickers in the background

and your breath find its rhythm.

You are mine…right now

and I understand true beauty

as my fingertips search your skin,

folding over body heat,

exploring through scars, lines and curves

while leaving my prints to testify

that I was here.

Tears swell in my eyes

as I prop up on my hand to witness

you next to me napping

and light creating a masking silhouette

of a gentle soul.

I am seeing exquisiteness

through divinity in you.

Years from now when someone asks

for a beautiful memory I will return

to this place time and time again.

I will transport myself to the very second

when I couldn’t conjure up an adjective

to describe the scene without sounding corny.

Somehow this moment will be added to others

but for now I can cherish my touch upon your body

and the nurturing it returns with a sleepy sigh.

Disentanglement

heartsand

I let go

surfing in your ebb

following the tides of your heartbeat.

I got lost in the currents

that took me to the edge

of a new world –

I was forever yours

at that moment.

I shivered from cold,

from heat,

from disorientation

of what I’ve never known to be

because this intimacy

without words,

façade,

expectations

is not something I have known.

What will become of me now

that I’ve tasted this nectar

full of salt and sweetness

from a different earth?

This disengagement of my soul

is not a normal dive into the ocean.

I need to find my place along your side

with and without drowning in

my own deep waters….

Quiet Conversation

You are never far

from my extremities.

On our bed

limbs journey towards you,

toes rubbing against

the warmth of your legs

nudging at flesh,

kneading through muscles,

digging for the promise

of magnetism.

Hands stretch

for assurance in

bridging the distance

between here and there.

You allow for it,

enticed by the hunger

of a give-and-take affection

as we silently converse.

Whenever I get lost

in a book or movie

I find your fingers

studiously reaching,

magically appearing

under mountains of blankets

for more love

between the quietude

that defines the comfort of us.

And in one moment

you take my hand

gently placing

that last kiss of night

on the palm of my skin

to remind me

of the things

I don’t have to say.

Twilight Dreaming

Last night we shared

one pillow –

two heads touching softness,

grey hairs intertwining,

within and beneath us.

 

Two bodies cradled

together

becoming one

with no beginning

or ending

or rough edges,

just us laying

without the expectations

of youth.

 

And when I turned

to look at you

I saw my reflection

touching your face,

kissing your lips,

then closing my eyes

to the understanding

that I was finally home again.