at night.... you walk

....oh to write to you with all that is in my mind...

your hand in mine...
the night's moon is in her glow...
to share the morning's rise...to just sit and watch.
to smell the wheat...
golden....all around…standing in the rich…formerly a sea of green
upon my shoulder...you do lean...
the smell of your skin....
and in your hair....you and nature...how they blend...
each waking day...in my head you do play....
year after year....how lucky my mind is my dear...
so many times your walks upon your creek...
have been walks that I have claimed as mine...
the wandering of your fingers and how your imagination must have roamed...
your heart....as you lay....alone...the pounding....rhythm of a drum.
could I sneak into your mind at night...
would you let me hear your heart beat strong...me in your head...even when you aren't alone...
late in the night....me again in your head....would you play...thinking of me as you lay...
how my mind wonders...
do you as well...ponder?
how nice it would to look within your eyes....sitting across a table...with coffee in hand
do you think our personalities would mesh...blend....
would our conversations ...be words we more than comprehend?
often...I whisper...just to see how it would feel ..flowing off my tongue
not just the whispers...to me would you come....how do you think the pink of my tongue...upon your pink would feel...? nasty of me...I just wrote as it has come...
again wondering from where we have come from...
reaching into the night...I heard your call...
and with the spiral of words....we continue each to be heard.
close your eyes…and tell me how it would feel...if I placed my hand upon your head...
could my hand pull your thoughts...out...like golden threads...
and would the threads...twisted and sewn...be a web that of our imagination...would it easily be weaved..
yes...I write...I think...
and do you....any of this...your vision, to see.
to hear you as you be...
the imagination....late...beautiful.....what good reading....it just might...
you within my sight.

the cold air of night
to whisper to you
to ask of your day
and what would you say

what more can I say?
to be the cold that covers your body
but then to be the warmth that surrounds that cold...
to be the leaves that provide your shade
but then to be the leaves that fall to allow you to re grow
what to say...and how to know.
each night I wonder as I lay
i think of thee
and close my eyes to see
to write...
to imagine with my mind ...in technicolor or plain white
in my dreams you walk in the night
long and flowing is your cape
and with a hood...from the weather you escape
passing fast ... giving chase...
a glimpse of your beauty...hope it is enough to last.
hear me whisper
hear my sounds
never let anything spin you around
kilter or make you sway
I wonder of you...
heavy on my mind...
repeating moment after moment..
to you i call....hear me meditate
over and over....in a shallow breath....
i mumble.....your name as if before my death...again and again...
each time thinking of how we did begin...
my hand stretched out...
along your back...
feel the warmth...tell me of the feel
tell me of how your skin starts to peel
as i reach with in you...my hand on your back...your heart to steal
reaching ...firmness...and my grip
may my lips unto your lips...
would you be heated…at the thought of our lips being pressed...
surely...you would feel the caress..
and for bliss...would that be the kiss.
sweet sweet...hear me...
for to you I do speak...
and if I had a blade of steel...what would you feel...
as I stroked it between your breast...
would you beg and plead...for more...the rest.
would it excite to know
for me to control...
or would you say no...