Eyes Locked

Ask me if,

In fantasy,

I find

Some grateful

Giving.

Go on.

I’m still waiting……

OK, I’ll tell you,

A secret

I am living.

 

When cares of day

Are

Overwhelming

And bills

Are mounting high,

I close my eyes

And recollect

When there was

Just we two.

And sigh…

 

For all the days

When loving

Filled

In sensuous

Of wonder,

When clothes were torn

And eyes

Locked, fixed,

And hands grew

To push asunder

 

Inhibitions,

Closet thoughts,

Portraits of

Purest

Giving,

Where neither

Questioned

What was entailed

In loving

And in living,

 

Where meekest souls,

Naïve in ways,

Fuelled future,

Died, emerged,

Reborn.

Ending days

In loving arms.

Ecstasy in reality,

Nothing

Felt forlorn

 

Go on, now,

I’m asking you,

Tell me,

What would

Your pleasure be?

To stray or fix

Your eyes on one

Who has loved

And still

Loves today?

 

I’m sure there are some fantasies

I ought to put aside,

To free my mind from imagery

I keep down deep inside,

But sharing them, in actions,

All for the one I love,

I feel this is a gift I’m given,

Imagination from above.

Coincide

Excitement and gladness coincide,

Thoughts and dreams of you purvey

A measurement of wonderment,

In all you do and say.

 

Illusory love so gifted,

Imagination free and spry,

Transported to another place,

One where you and I

 

Exchange a kiss, extoll our bliss,

Indulge illicit pleasures,

Where fantasy and reality

Merge in fullest measure.

 

In hotel room where lust will bloom,

Extinguished every hour,

Till fireworks are fused and blown,

Gathered flower by flower

 

Till bouquet, now

In disarray,

Gathered

In its pieces,

Scents our souls

And,

Gradually,

Fantasy releases.