The sands of TIME

As August rains
strains innate refrains,
the music softens...
mellow in it's final drains...
perpetuating desire,
climax..
and ecstasy
culminating who we
were destined to be
...Together...
curling contented bodies,
answered cries
at last subdued...by Septembers alarms
blaring out the latest news

Now only a gentle purring exists
defining me
and reminding us
of the sands of time
still stirring

in the quietness of subtle October moans
the nights release a fleet  
of unseasonal butterfly kisses
bearing a thousand thanks
 for the utter joy
.....
of having encountered you

Kneeling here
 I count
how many Novembers have passed
and all the Decembers
you weren't under my mistletoe
I know....things have changed
yet, the desire
the yearn
and passion

still burns

somewhere within


Still on my knees I pray
this January day
that compassion and loyalty
go hand in hand today
and that time will be good to me
setting my love..free
A blessing in being blind
not being able to see
past the changes
life has dealt to you and me

It's hard to forget someone
who touches you in ways
you can't explain,
and ways you can't help
 trying to keep on explaining

Every February...I remember
who has my heart
and with no remembrance of when it started,
I just know...it exists
and persists
and I will still be trying
to explain the bliss

March blows it's wind of change
and you don't remember anything the same
It seems only words
that connect the memories
....
so calming
and invigorating,
erotically titillating,
 carrying an ultimatum
(love me)

Blindly....like fools in April
my mind follows a lead
that pleads
'no need to look
.....
any further'
(that's what you need)

"you follow'd me
and
I follow'd you"

(we followed each other)

into a timeless ending
to a story that will never be fully told
and a passion
that will never
ever
ever
ever
grow old

Minutes.
Hours.
Days.
Months.
Years spent
.....
with no recollection
of where they went
and yet
....
time stands still

May I
steal...some more
of those rapturous tones of romance
that still captivate my senses,
gripping me,
compelling me,
as I blindly see
 through closed eyes
intimately quickened bodies,
testifying

that whatsoever state I am in
wherever life takes My body
my mind and heart defends...it's right to be
joined
still connected
intimately imperfected
protected

in love's eternity?



 Blindly
Absently
Anxiously exchanging
secret bids
to a passion
yielded one Summer

passionately

between covers of carelessness
restlessness
and perfect tribute



Yes, blind now
because I really can't see you
or feel you
 but I can still hear the cries

....LOUD....

as our bodies yielded

primal sounds from deep within
seeking a freedom
never felt

WE escaped

P.O.W.'s crying out
.....
free me
...
free me
...
let me out



 I long to dance again
against THAT heat
...
feeling you ravishing me
to that first of July's beat
in the wee wee hours

of those Summer nights