I waited awhile for your smile,
perhaps too long.
It never came until too late.
I shall never know
why you made me wait
until I said, “I’ll
be going now.”
Your face lit up in joyful prose
and told me all I needed to know.
Tag Archives: human connection
SOFT TOUCH
Touches can be tough and hard to unravel,
like tangled skeins of thread woven with hard feelings
they pinch and grab until we hurt.
So needy are we for touching connection
we often forego our own protection
against those touches which do us harm.
We must teach ourselves to crochet and knit together
the fabric of our lives with love and self-acceptance
until our skin glows with health and satisfaction.
And if I touch you, then, while my soft skin glows,
my touch will heal your pain and calm your fears,
and together we shall share something of the divine.
I place one of my hands in yours, my lover, my friend.
I place the other over your heart, where our love starts,
and eagerly await the feel of your loving hands on me.
How fortunate are we that we feel silky strands of delight
as we clothe one another in blessed and loving light.
Touch can be tough and hard; but not ours, never ours.
It takes courage to be a soft touch and open our seams
to disclose the person below the cloth masking our souls.
Soft touch is made for lovers and friends, the only touch which mends.
Filed under POETRY
AGES OF LOVE
No one tells us love takes time to ferment,
like a yeast bread, or fine wine.
The heady fermenting scent unsettles us all the while;
and, we fearfully seek avenues of escape
from the changes in its composition.
Love’s growth challenges our position.
We stop and wonder how we got here;
even though we still do not know where we are.
Thus, such questions make us feel like fools.
Patience is a virtue because it is so rare.
Kindness and faith in one another is the only rule
to follow on the route which keeps love alive.
Blindly, we stumble past years of discontent.
Only after decades of loving do we realize
we carried one another’s hopes and dreams,
like a heavy sack upon our back until
we reached the destination where we could build
the life we were each destined to lead.
Hand in hand we stand and view the space
which has become our most sacred place;
the place we hesitantly share, breathing the same air,
remembering the same joys and sorrows,
hoping for just one more tomorrow
of loving communion and contented union
of two bodies now made one, finally.
We look around us with wonder.
We finally know how to love, over and under.
Love takes time, yours and mine.
Filed under POETRY
MISSING YOU
Your touch breathes life
imparting energy
gathered from the stars
shining in your eyes;
heat from the closest star,
our sun, through you,
warms my heart.
Too long apart
without your touch
my skin grows cold.
Breath tightens its hold.
Life has no meaning nor
great story to be told.
Missing you becomes a safe
where love is kept for dreaming.
I climb inside its darkened space
to calm my desperate yearning.
Filed under POETRY
