Deep Green

Drawn between the mountain’s shoulders,
meadow green at alpine edge,
where just a call below does beckon
the open sea in echoed pledge
to kiss the mountain’s kneeling hands,
subdue the length of running streams,
vow love and honor for all time’s sake,
and tender sure dear mountain’s dreams.

At meadow’s edge midst first row fir,
I’ve built a safe and humble stead,
with sage and prairie grass my courtyard,
alpine boughs and earth my bed.
Beneath the shoulder’s of mother’s mountain,
yet bathed in father’s sun, I make
a solace for my soul’s protection,
where harbor truths, and dreams do wake…

Deep green, this pleasure seeks no balance,
for needless when my nature’s true.
Against the granite, ocean echoes,
pushed by whispered pines and you.

You, who have blessed my life in living,
wherein my dreams do conscious cure,
and lift the weight of day’s task meaning,
thus bless the values truth, ensure
my heart seeks life’s desire,
relinquish tragedy and time’s misgiving,
protect and keep this blessed love,
and in such bathe in your kind giving!
My love, forevermore…

Alpine Kiss

Across this windswept grand horizon,
nature’s form in lover’s bliss.
Mountains stand beneath the rising
sun, entreated by dawn’s sweet kiss.

Enraptured – lain around my feet,
great blankets green of fir and pine,
awaken to this morning’s passion,
call for love of life, and thine!

How shallow could a man’s life be,
if not entrusted to nature’s bed,
where sensuality heaves in motions
of grandeur swept and sweetness led.

Here in heart of love’s emotion,
breathing calm this morning breeze,
kindness from the sun’s sweet kiss,
enrobed in green and mountain, pleased…

Crimson

Crimson red, my sweet love’s blush,
when to her neck my lips do touch,
set heave to heart beneath the folds
of linen pressed and garment’s hold,
yet sweet seduction mine…

Pensive space between our stare,
when locked in passion’s want and care,
pressed to hesitation’s pose,
till kiss and taste our love expose
surrender, I and thine…

Flurried hands enclasp and press,
search for freedom from this dress,
pulling tight in lip locked fury,
within the flame of passion’s hurry,
yet stretch the moments long…

Till so released from garment’s bind,
fingers locked in tender lines,
flesh on flesh by limbs so wrapped,
sweet scents suffuse each breathing gasp,
till knotted we, as lovers strong…

In timeless keep, suspended souls,
spirits mix in love locked rolls,
our pounding hearts deny the quiet,
while sweet seduction screams in riot
and holds us near the peak…

So strong, our might to stay there,
lips and tongues and flesh and hair,
pounding, crying, gasping, prying,
so ride the wave to crash hard, trying
to hold to seduction’s wanton seek…

Till passion’s drive relents and heaves,
muscles taut, in arch, relieves
the drive behind each bead of sweat,
thrust and shutters, and thereby let
the waves roll gently over…

Our bodies spent, our souls infused
as one, by passion’s love let loose,
and we in heap of flesh and bone,
collapse in kiss and sweet love’s tone,
there melt into each other…
eternal mates, eternal lovers…

Reflecting Pond

‘Neath willow’s sweeping locks of green,
shadowed cool, small glimpses seen
of summer’s sun, there dancing.
Silent pond and time repose
in calm reflection, so propose
to let thoughts pass, chancing
moments lost to busy day,
by purposed tasks beyond this fray,
and restful aging counted…

Yet time eternal here is kept
where cotton’d seeds
of pond’s bank trees
drift silent from the boughs they’ve lept,
to rest and glide
on pond’s glass surface, mounted…

Although the mid-day’s heat is high,
such musky cool herein belies
and calms the senses broader,
quieted by a dragon fly’s hum,
hushed in robin’s foraging sum,
green glass reflecting pond, such fodder
that stills this world to peace,
grants a fretful brow release,
thus brings new hope to light…