Romance

The mist is like a gift
Refreshing on the face
Of Sunday morning
Left and right
It sways
The wind displays it’s cordial
Gratitude handled with
Delicate affection

What is romance?
Is it a fascination
A carrot dangling
On a string
Is it enchantment
In the forest
Hid behind
A childlike fling?

Is it a courtship
Of intrigue
That leaves us
Dancing in the street
A love affair
Of fleeting moments
One hundred brush strokes
In your hair

A flirting rendezvous
That sets off fireworks in your eyes
The moss that’s clinging
To the walls
The ivy climbing
To disguise
A secret second
That beholds
A glance a kiss
A dream in blue
Watching clouds
That shift and shape
To take the form
Of what is you

Like the flowers on a tree
The petals falling
Gracefully
Like the shadow that
Is following the
Steps we
Cannot see

Is it the laugh that
Rings the bell
Above the writing
Wishing well
Or the pail that gathers
Water bringing
Hearts up
To prevail?

Tangled in the sheets
Leftover imprints in the bed
The scent the pillow case
Has left
From the curls upon
His head

Is it the anxiousness I feel
Waiting to hold you once again
Or the excitement in my nerves
Before it starts that it
Could end

© GÄ

We

The words are ready

Not knowing exciting
Where it could go

Pendant that butterflies move
My adventures of lust
In the corridor
For your heart

I have a few rare moments
When looks like yours
Like a summit
Blink before me

Something new

I imagine you are blushing
Arouse me

I imagine your fervor
Restores me

No burning desire
Or thirst could plunge
Without mirrored
Tongue affection

This can be
Our direction
I’m open

Could we

© GÄ

Love Came to Me

Love came to me
It was as sweet a scent
I remember and recall
From long long time ago

When it arrived
It offered nothing but itself
Which for as long as
It would choose to stay
Was more than enough time

Surprise took me by my breath
Away love came to me
And with no warning
Dressed in arms so graciously

Love’s embrace swept in
Then left again

© GÄ

Hamadryad

In appreciation for
Such energy felt
I climbed outside
Of the exhausted self

Recall of slipping
The fingers between
My hand found the edge
Of his calico seam

Eyes open I noticed
His lips had escaped
Like a tower of softness
Had melted away

A sideways view
Of the spiritual extreme
The tossed twist reality
Of a really good dream

© GÄ