when fire was our only light

 

seven lifetimes

times seven

plus a gross

and add eleven

with an indeterminate time;

devoted like a monk, alone

passed like aeons

to atone

the forbidding ache

of wanting you.

 

 

 

           F2F

 

My sweet,

I adored you from afar.

Wanted you,

lusted for you,

pined for you

opened myself up to you,

held you so tenderly,

sat you in my lap,

rocked you

yes, yes, yes love......

just ...like...that...

 

soothed you

whispered in your ear,

kissed you

in my dreams.

 

How I want you

yes, yes, yes love......

just ...like...that...

 

 

    

     Holding nothing back

 

I have given you the benefit of my doubts,

                           as if words alone can suffice;

As if thirst can be quenched with a mirage.

 

I have painted a picture of my life

for you to see me.

I ask

Did you sleep well?

Did you dream?

and the rest just poured out of me

like red wine

from my lips to yours.

 

I told you my deepest secrets,

answered your every question.

 

I know you,

                           Your lips. 

Your eyes.

Your altar.

 

Your laughter. 

Your hugs to cement the feelings to my skin. 

 

                           No mirage will bring water to my lips. 

 

I love to taste you. 

to ravish

and be ravished.

 

Your salt on my tongue.

Let me.

 

Let me go first.

 

Lay back

and open yourself to my adoration.

 

Let me take you there

where there are no masks.

 

us,

we;

You 'n me.

 

Our consecration

 

my love

the 'our' in Your

 

Your hand in mine

your arms around me

pulling me in;

your story

your day

 

your troubles

 

 

your solution

 

 

 

 

I didn't seek you

You moved in.
You were already there. 

I can no more explain
than I can walk away from my heartbeat.

 

 

 

           a new morn‏

My writing is mostly for the world,
although I do get something out of it. 

My poetry is mostly for you,
although I get something out of that, too. 


the end
and the beginning,
no time
but the present;

a gift to each other.

 

 

 

I've waited all day for you...

Your smile.   Your scent.  Your longing.
The nape of your neck.

Your hair all around me, messed up..
Your arms pulling me closer.
Your eyes brimming with joy.

Your lips full of nectar.

 

 

 

amor facit ecstasim‏

 

It is a journey I wish to take again;

and often.

I whisper your name

a testament
of my love

my adoration
in your ear

before my mouth goes elsewhere

into ecstasy

  

 

Fantasy is the opposite of intimacy.

Fantasy is too damned common. 

I long to fall deeply and utterly in love
and lust
and companionship
and trust
and partnership
and respect
and devotion
and everything that goes with all that... the sour and the sweet.

The roses and the thorns.

It is intimacy I crave.  Eyes to eyes.  Nose to nose.  Mouth to mouth.  I have so much love to give;
to lavish and adore.

No fantasy need apply.

 

 

awaken
make yourself whole
and engage the vital, hungry part of you.

 

          We meet

 
and think luscious thoughts about each other
our eyes laughing,
giddy with our happiness;

and you take me home,
feed me dinner
and dessert;

and later,
when the bottle is finished,
after tea
and dishes
and stories,
we wake each other up
before we go back to sleep.

You come to me.

We meet
between breaths
in the open savannah
of our dreams,

when we are wild again.


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Ooh yes, love. I want your everything...

 

 

My lips where you want them

my mouth...
your mouth...
worshipping together

our ecstasy

beyond words
beyond travel

reaching for you and finding you
right where you want to be. 

I am the one who always makes you smile

Bring that over here
so I can kiss it...

when poetry is

breathed into your ears;
into your heart
into your altar

lovingly
my mouth to yours
savoring you

swallowing you
relishing you
ravishing

when we are fed
from the inside out
and the outside in

and knowing
is neither question
nor concern

when fear hath no place in our garden;
the unknown happily embraced,
as yet another revelation,

your mouth to mine
poetry
close
and closer
breathed into my ears
into my heart
onto my altar
savoring me

swallowed
with love
with relish
ravished

our daily bread;
undivided
indivisible
here
where
we are
one love

and words
are unnecessary constructs.

I would like to, please...
please you
touch you

and my tongue
is not six letters;
but your passion;
and my delight.

 

                                            

It's early.

It's warm.

The bees are already working the birdbath, drinking and flying.

Bobolinks warble in the field.

 

I have found my religion,

organized around a loving God.

 

Come close

that I may whisper

my adoration.

 

Open yourself

that I may

enter Heaven.

 

 

kisses

 

 

cyber kisses

wanting

your tongue

 

your eyes

your mouth

pleasing me

 

my eyes

my mouth

adoring you

 

our breath

one engine of love

skin to skin

 

and smiles

the miles

evaporated

 

nothing between us

but passion.

 

Our only constant

is the love

we share

 

b.

mine

forever

 

 

 

A Quiet Time

 

 

And so it is

     With weariness I write,

          Tho surely I'll sleep well tonight. 

               No children to awaken me;

                    And that is passing strange, you see.

               I miss them so much.

          My slumber will not be so sweet a sleep;

     But surely deep.

Deep as a dream

     I rarely remember.

           And deeper still I go into the world,

                Though I seek it not;

                     But the morning always comes,

      And the world has changed so little.

             Oh I know                   

                 So little ...

             And though I am beginning to learn,         

        Beginnings are left behind so quickly,

     And change is the stranger

We know so very well.

     Very well...Sleep well tonight, my love.

        My love to you.

             To you and yours

                 Between the doors

                     Of far and near

                         I am yet a stranger, dear.

                             And stranger still,

                                 The change, you see

                                      Is more than my antipathy;

                        

                                 More than all my puny will,

                           Stretched beyond the window sill,

                         Might ever change the world

                     I know.        

                  Oh I know

              So very little...

                  And there seems to be so little time,

                     It seems to me, though quite sublime

                         At times                                  

                             There is so very much to learn,

                         And more

                     To unlearn.   

                  And that is very strange, you see... 

              There is no one to waken me

         But myself.

    And surely I'll sleep well tonight.  

 

 

 

encore

 

 

to sleep

to dream,

perchance

I seem

 

to be

awake,

what's more

to make

 

your company

mine;

sweet thoughts

like fruit

upon the vine;

 

for now

I wish

to dream,

to sleep,

perchance

your kisses

mine

to keep.

 

b

© W. Bruce Wright,  Ashland, OR.  2010