Thursday, January 10, 2013

Becomes the Breeze Desire


It was a day like this, I can recall, when we would meet where there were no restrictions.  Softly we shared our respective surroundings.  She’d speak of the warm sea breeze blowing curtains in towards her bedroom; the sun vanishing into the Western sultry dusk.  My mind would race entangled in imagination’s flights cast into her revelry; stretched out as a feline, half naked on her pillows.
   We easily laughed at nothing in particular.  She was so vividly present, I could almost smell the scent of her, be captivated by her unique flashing eyes.
    On days like this, the emotion revisits like an unexpected friend, the surprise and welcome to a long familiar joy. It’s not a lament that accompanies these fractions of my past, nor regret that negotiates my racing heartbeats. Rather a deep reverence to a treasured memory I had gingerly stored away.  These words glide like her subtle amused chuckles; invoking my attention that raised hair on the nap of my neck. Our dance was divinely simple yet as nature’s precious gifts, so very delicately balanced and woefully fragile. Dew-gems dangle on gossamer webbing of a fresh morning of our wanderings.

I enjoyed a freedom’s excitement with sending my sonnets; eager to listen to her tender squeals of enchantment; so achingly I sought approved welcome.  Time drives change relentless, as all things are always changing, in the physical world we breathe.
   Where the heart resides, lies my treasure chest of affectionate recollections
The voice that sings its never concluding melody, remaining echoes to quicken the passionate pulse 
Of the maiden in my reckless hearts desire.

Because you're a woman, as I convey ~
I know....
So becomes the breeze desire ~ a dance of two.
Stoking the internal fires, audible sighs of reined passion
Reminders to feel
Ache for touching the cherished prize
Reward of life
Susceptible to wanting hungrily
...Tis when the coy and demure whisper of feminine charms 
sprinkle light enchantment towards the masculine senses
As he willingly surrender to her intoxication...of his fantasy

No comments: