Nature of Love

As I sit here, alone in bed listening to the rain…

I think back to those days over a decade ago, when you were My world

When the rain was merely an excuse to stay home and be with you

When the sunny days were too hot to go outside, but perfect for co-ed showers

Two different worlds that fit so very well together,

Yin to Yang, innocence and deviance, male and female

The connection so palpable that one could not sleep without the touch of the other

You were the light to My dark, I was the rock to your maelstrom

But nothing lasts forever…

Where did we go wrong? Why did we go wrong?

Why did I have to go? Why did you have to let Me?

Why, after a decade, are you still searching for what you didn’t want?

Why after a decade, am I the name you call out when the nightmares keep you awake?

Others spoke their opinions, both aloud and without words

Felt them so strongly that not even what He put together could silence them

And just as the rain cleanses and rejuvenates the Earth

You have cleansed all the dirt of our past away and rejuvenated My hope in love

As I have brought you back from the brink…

One never misses the water until the well runs dry

But the rain will always return, no matter what

Nourish Me with your fresh spring precipitation

And not with well dippings soiled by the acts of other…

And just as rain has a cycle, so do we…

We shall return to where we were, but changed by the environments we have left behind.

Yet unchanged at the basest…

That is the nature of Love.

Ex Post Facto

I know that I’ll never hold that place again,
No longer your lover, no longer your friend,
Once I was beyond reproach,
But lost sight of what mattered most,
Total honesty, the “open-book” treatment,
More than the brightest diamond, a perfect present,
I didn’t give myself to you, completely, without holding back,
And now your love is what I lack,
I couldn’t accept being imperfect for you,
So facts were hidden, some in plain view,
The epitome of bad judgement,
Actions outweighing intent,
The ends don’t justify the means,
When angry, hurt tears were seen,
The last thing I wanted was to cause you pain,
Make you relive the past again,
I know it’s too late to win you back,
Knew before those bags were packed,
You’ll never look at me quite same,
It may be pointless, but I had to explain,
Try just to let you know,
Even if it is… ex post facto.

1:09 a
11/27/08

Contemplations of “K”

Come closer. Let Me hold you

Let Me show you what you didn’t know you were missing.

Let Me stimulate your mind

While My fingers play along your spine.

Chocolates and single roses

Intimate and public poses.

Little things once in a while

Just to make your “insides smile”…

Esconced in My arms, a haven of safety,

But who will protect you from your “Mocha Daddy”?

Feather light kisses on your throat,

An inbox full of e-love notes.

A hot bath drawn with scented oils

A chance for tense muscles to uncoil.

The passion of Lothario and Casanova

The loyalty of a housebroken rover.

Nibbling and caressing from head to foot

On each individual toe a kiss is put.

From the kitchen to the bedroom to the bathroom floor

Till you just can’t take anymore.

Visiting places previously loveless

Above the waist, below the breasts.

Brush your hair after co-ed showers

Spoiling you hour after hour.

Confident in what I have,

As long as they’re JUST LOOKING, I can’t be mad.

Because I know, in you, I’ve got the best

Game over. Hands down. No contest!

None have or will ever do you like I,

No matter how often or how hard they try.

9:26 PM

11/15/08

Exclusive

Exceptionally beautiful, a mind attached to an
x-acto knife tongue, able to emasculate and eviscerate the unworthy before they are
cognizant of their missteps. A lady's
lady at all times. Both in the streets and
under the influence. A "satin
satan," tempting even those she has never laid eyes on. Truly an
internet sensation. A quixotic
vixen of the vernacular. I am so glad her attentions are
exclusive to Me only!


9:18p
5-2-09

2 Haikus

I Thirst
I Thirst for you, Love
only nectar golden can
quench this fire’s rage

Maintainence
I am Maintainence
Not the owner, nor tenant
Just Maintainence, Man

Thanks for Nothing

Empty words

Empty promises, vessels waiting to be filled with action

Waiting for content to give them worth

If one’s word is one’s bond(age)

People are too often vanilla

Afraid to be bound to anything

Enjoying envisioned freedom

Without the burden of any responsibility

Why extend an olive branch to people who are only looking for firewood?

Why allow my kindness to be a weakness?

Watching, waiting, hoping…

Only whispered rumours of groping…

You fill me with your emptiness, giving me false support

I learn to lean and crumble at the first sign of strain

Shattered, destroyed, ruined

Thank you… for absolutely nothing.

4:00pm

January 14, 2009

Universally Unforeseen

Games of phone-tag lat at night,
Quenching you thirst for knowledge while fanning the flames of curiosity
A question asked.
A story told.
Eastern thinkers in a Western world
Caffeinated coffeehouse conversations in decaffeinated bedroom settings
Topic after topic with almost no debate
Turgid emotives causing pregnant pauses as zygote thoughts are allowed to grow
Unexplained paternal brolic accepted without question
Though unnecessary naughtiness evidenced
By the heaving of full breasts
And extended procrastinated goodbyes
Mortals genuflect before she who deifies the Universal.
In-depth conversations of the habits of the Shoe-breasted Leotard
And its interaction with the Ebon-crested Dragon.
A symbiosis such as which has the potential to be cataclysmic
Or the genesis of unforeseeable euphoria.


9:20p
1/5/09