Between the shores

As life waters
churn between us

filling spaces
with errands i assign myself

Tasks/Letters written,
some never sent

trying to be cheerful
masking tears

my longing strongly affected
By my resolve’s cost

sense of trust
reassurances

A seed for unshaken confidence
being there, still sure

All too little effect

against hunger pangs of haunting loneliness,
for which there is no cure

All, memories of you
warm embraces,

Persistent kisses
screams of passion
which cannot be erased

the love scent
hovering in the air

lips, your tongue, your hair,
your legs, your breasts,

your hips and more,
calming me within.

Soothing sounds,
a persistent loving gaze,

conversing in loving words i long to hear
once more/we pause,

catch our breath, laughing,
blowing kisses without words

remembering, even tough times
as i sleep/calling to you,

continuously tossing, turning
here i stand, reluctant warrior,

priest, man/a temple guardian
for love/painted with your scent

candle flames
burning feverishly @ heart

silently suffering endless days,
counting hours, returning fast

coming back at last
final leg of a journey home,

spirit sensing your proximity,
teasing depths in the tidal wave’s dance

Emotions lead mind
follow bending arcs

distant shores echoes
each ripple of waves

recurrent loving thoughts
launched cycles of perpetual flashbacks

enthralled throes of anticipation
i swerve seeking the most direct course,

a tasty treat,
a ritual breakfast toast,

invitations accepted in my mind
as we, together meet...

For a source of provisionment
a meditative blend of sustenance

along the back roads
taken from real subliminal excursions,

quick stopping, for supplies
at a local breakfast shop,

shopping for a few items.
You are with me,

i am loving you,
even from afar

as i beacon you to join me,
in a photographic paradise

eagerly coming to surface
to your heartbeat rhythm,

strumming drumbeats,
pounding beats

fresh as our sweeping motions
merge, converging

locking in Into an array
autoerotic aerobic, acrobatics

Niagara Falls, Old Faithful,
geysers of frenzied emotion,

pounding flesh till we're
damn near out of breath

Rushing with a storm surge
of the restless ocean

eye’s locked we begin to dip
slide within shared pools of wetness

keeping always fresh
coming back for more

each time Seeking to restore
balance, extending we ascend

to a higher visual state
of consciousness within

Walking the tightrope
with open hearts

giving best efforts not to slip
losing grip, upon what’s real,

lest we lose control,
as if we fall helpless

between the dream,
vanish without a trace

With no resistance
i slip between your hips

let go Too late
to employ countermeasures

losing ground faster
to bring us further

knowing you
@greater depth,

found

Dear to my heart friend,
soul being to the end

to propose a toast
catch a second wind…

Coming back to a place
beyond trends,

pointed back
against the wind

homeward bound…
once more

You’ll always be,
my treasure ship

Time and time, again

C2


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