Harvest

I’ll take myself

To other places

In distant space

And time

If wanton

Desecration seems

Too ripe for summer time

Where buds have bloomed

But not yet plucked

And fruit

Hangs heavy laden

I’ll salve the

Conscience

Of we two

While you

Behold

One maiden.

Give And Receive

Suspend yourself

Before my face

Behold

The look of

Ardent grace

That knows your heart’s desire.

Release

The hold

You cherish so

And give

Yourself

To me.

Seen

There is pleasure in the watching

And pleasure in the keen

Satisfaction

Knowing

You’ve

Seen

And been

So seen.

There is understanding measure

In

Wondrous beauty’s sigh

Encapsulating

Desire

Amidst thoughts

Of you and I….

There Are Those

There are those who get

You’re giving

Who understand your gain

There are those

Whose comprehending

Comfort

Releases

All the pain.

There are those whose love

Encompasses

All mankind as one

And woman

As another source

Of solace and of some

Desire and wonder

So imbued with

Heartfelt

Understanding

There are those

Who simply

Get it

And there are those……

Who don’t.

Do You Understand?

Do you understand

My sensual wanting

Do you see and view

My need

Does captivity

Of feeling

Assuage

An endless

Aching need

Does nurture play a part

In who

Created thus I am

Or is nature

More

Determined to

Lay claim

To This

Alarm

It causes

To so many

Who can

Or cannot

Understand

Senses

All enveloped

Explored

To be

All that

I am

Defeat

Where explicit desire

Meets wanton need

A river

Of insecurity

Separates

And

Defeats.

Ebbs

And Flows

To spate.

Unrelinquished.

Unfulfilled.

The Grail

A golden chalice

They sought,

Believing

The holy grail

Existed in visual

Perception.

How wrong.

How utterly wrong.

Who Knows?

Who cares

To renew

A good man?

Who shares

A point of view?

Who wonders at

Right

Or woeful deceit?

Who knows

What

Right

From the wrong?

Who knows what heart lies

Needing?

Who knows where

Urgency

Is met?

Who knows why

Souls

Are confounded

Or why

One look

Makes

The wet

Of desire

And fulfilment

A goal

To achieve,

A

Something

Unexplained

 

That no one believes?

 

Who knows

These things?

Not I.

Illicit Wanting

Is illicit more wanting

In measure?

Desire more acute

When the pleasure

Of seeking the goal

Asks not

What soul

Will fulfil

All the moments

Of treasure?

In Dream Quest

I am restless

And the night hangs heavy on my limbs.

Stuttering self-belief

Demands

Answers

To all

But sleep evades.

No possible solution

Suffices

To alleviate

Desire

And explicit

Wanting.

There is nothing.

Nothing.

Only a soul will invite

Indulgence.

A lost soul,

Seeking recompense

And insight.

Searching

Aimlessly

In the night,

Wondering.

No worry….

For all answers

Reveal

In dream quest

As sleep descends.