daybed…

though it’s morning’s light
no one moves to rise from bed
today’s for passion

 

 

 

winter denied…

frost covers the ground
sweating bodies outside sheets
as furnace whirls on

 

 

chocolates are fine but…

in reality
a hug is love’s gold standard
anywhere passion

 

 

misconception…

so easily assumed with age
that mature behaviors
are somehow mandated 
that passion’s foolishness
is just reserved for young hearts

 

 

an uninvited guest…

a restless night
roused
several times
by
the tapping
of
the bedposts
against
the wall
and
though
young
he understood
these things
so wanting
some sleep
he silently
crept into
their room
and
managed
to scale
the bed
and
squeeze
between
the two of them
falling soundly
to sleep
a bold action
no doubt
with
the potential
of
punishment
but
what’s a puppy
to do

checkmate…

after
he claimed
to be
unable
to
drive home
because
of
the wine
she
acquiesced
and
said
he could
stay
and
sleep it off
on
her sofa
as
she unbottoned
her blouse
to
prepare
for
bed
he crept
into her room
with
lustful
anticipation
she turned
slowly
like
in
a movie
and
drew
a small derringer
from
her bedside
and then
soberingly
asked
if
he wanted
to
sleep
outside
or
forever

sideman…

this ain’t
no
permanent relationship
it’s
more
of
a fling
with
an itinerant lover
shaping sounds
into
passion
causing
breaths
to be held
and
hearts
to pound
with
desire
fulfilling fantasies
without
touching
the
perfect
affair

kisses…

like the lingering taste
of summer’s sweet wine
inviting our hearts to dream
are those private moments
between lovers

lover’s leap…

gathered up words
bound to yesterday’s pain
increasing weight
jumping easily
to misunderstanding

 

residing…

like gentle rainfall
thoughts of you throughout the day
nourish lasting love