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Satyr and nymph

Walking through the cool moist air,
Your figure precedes me on the path.
The stark trees close in and fill my marrow with their longing.
I thicken with the tree trunks,
Grow hoary scales that will scratch against your smoothness.

Underneath the vast heights of pale blue heaven
I am shadowed by my wanting,
Your body rustles underneath its clothing
The last remnants of the leaves that are not yet falling,
The last seeds waiting for their liquid savior.

You are wisp of air enwrapped in gossamer
The light steps of open striding
Peeking out of hooded depths
That are entrancing, you are the masked and hidden pink
Not yet buried for the fall.

We sit astride a fallen log,
Facing what we now are needing
Joined by the wide girth that keeps us stretching
Swallowed by the mutual tease of chase and capture
Swollen by the sap that flows from me to you and back.

The trumpets of the swans, their sudden quiet wings enfolding,
I have dreamed of you and stroke
The soft white down with my hardened hide
My open hands caressing where you should be,
My far off love, fading quickly into winter.

The lush green forest stays guarded behind my lidded eyes,
The hope of spring.
My ursine fur lies beneath your phantom hands.
I take your image and encase it in my heart
Until I wake again.  Until we meet again.

November 17, 2009 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems, sex | , , | No Comments Yet

Dreams of you

There are moments when I am in your arms that I am striving for perfection

When I feel my insides reach up through you and out your open mouth.

I am tied to this body moving but I’m reaching towards some higher goal

And want to bring you with me as if we’re climbing hills together.

We are like a conjoined beast that rocks its way in inches up the slope

A two and fro that brings us both one step closer to our heaven.

 

There are moments when I am in your arms that I want to obliterate my self

To tear down that barrier keeping my mind from yours

So that you can feel yourself in me and building to explode

And I can engulf your body with my own.

And at the moment that we shake and tremble

Your cries and mine would be but one.

 

There are moments when I am in your arms that I want to keep you there forever

To feel you pinioned by my chest and torso to hold our hands outstretched

To have you sense every inch of my physical being

And to feel I know your every hidden corner.

To press ourselves as close as possible

To hold your legs around me imprisoned without end.

 

There moments when I am in your arms that I want to grasp your beauty with my sight

To drink in your presence with every sense of smell and touch

To simply listen to you talk and laugh and weep

To comfort you when you are sad, to give you strength when you feel weak.

To look at the world through your eyes and see just what you see.

To walk and talk together,  whatever world we’re in.

 

And when I’m far away I dream of these

And see your face through the veils of haze that cover the moon,

And feel the press of your tongue in licking ice cream

And hear your voice and words and laugh when I live through the day.

And in the soft patter of gentle rain, I feel my own imaginary tears of longing:

The mingled joy and sadness of a distant dreaming heart.

August 5, 2009 Posted by reeven | love, sex, women | , | No Comments Yet

At first, you possessed me in pieces

At first, you possessed me in pieces.

The pungent smell of my body in heat, the taste of my lips on yours,

 The map of my naked skin,

 The low rumbling in my throat,

 The love that I could give you.

 

And then, your face shimmers above me like the moon,

I pull a shirt over my head and inhale your scent

My empty palms lie open upward to receive the weight of absent breasts.

I perform a geometric twist and surround the you

Who engulfs me in your depths.

 

I take root within your heart as you burst out from within my chest.

We are mutually implanted like conjoined twins

Siamese souls separated by time and circumstance

Now rejoined by stronger bonds

Which cannot break without destroying each or both.

 

Or so it feels to me, your far off twin who swims to you in dreams

And treads across miles to reach your door in giant steps

To knock for entrance to your self.

Or simply turn inward to see you huddled at my very core,

Arms outstretched for the love I seek from you.

 

And as you hug my spectral self I enfold you in my own embrace

And love me love me love me echoes from me to you and back

As we wordless speak, our mouths open as if straining,

Gasping for the breath to say again across all time and space:

Love I love, oh love me, Love!

May 30, 2009 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems | , , , | No Comments Yet

I dreamt I was all nose sniffing at the air in search of love

I dreamt I was all nose sniffing at the air in search of love.

I smelled the crisp fruity odour of red apples and mangoes

The dripping juicy essence of berries and plums.

 

I walked down narrow paths strewn with cracking branches and crumbling brown leaves

The mint of evergreen pine and cedar,

The smoky draft of burning rubble and logs in fall.

 

I searched white covered fields that stung my nostrils with cold

The pure frozen scent of ice and water

The air empty of taste, the colour neutral.

 

I burst into spring and found your traces there,

The creamy yellow and white of daisies, dandelions and daffodils

The burning red of rose and the stirring up of sap as it rises in woody glens.

 

I tracked you here, where I hold you

Trapped in the new green grass that stirs up hunger

As if I could taste the very air.

 

Oh love!

There you are!

In the thick and musky violet of lilacs!

May 20, 2009 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems | , , | No Comments Yet

Being with you

I am accustomed to your passion

And still surprised to feel it.

 

I am used to your ecstatic cries

And thrilled to hear them.

 

I hope for love

And am yet so grateful when you give it.

 

And every time we kiss,

I feel suspended over the moment as if hanging from a bridge.

 

I am fearful and bold

Holding back and moving forward.

 

I am playful and half afraid

Like a kid that races trains across the trestle.

 

I feel the heart within me beating

Now steady, now jumping up my throat.

 

I am certain and uncertain

I am walking on crumbling stones beside a drop.

 

I see your face and cannot resist.

I stick out my foot and take the step.

May 3, 2009 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems | , | No Comments Yet

The candles mute the light

The candles mute the light

 

And warm your room like golden liquid honey.

 

The shadows creep around your face.

 

I cannot see you smiling.

 

I pull you close.

 

You chew my tongue and lips like candy.

 

I close my eyes and see you clearly

 

Your open heart before me beating.

 

Your body soft and melting

 

Then heaving like the sea.

 

Your legs entwine and pull me down

 

Like mermaid arms into your depths,

 

Not cold but warm as home

 

To me now calling.

 

I am the vessel pouring out

 

Into the bowl that is your hips

 

That take me further in

 

And pull my insides out

 

And gushing,

 

The spouting of my love

 

Into the ocean, the immense ocean of your living.

 

I am a boat that is floating

 

On the surface of your body.

 

Rocked by the mother of all life

 

And your dark enticing.

 

Oh take me in, mysterious being.

December 25, 2008 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems, sex | , | No Comments Yet

Yesterday I noticed that everything was love.

Yesterday I noticed that everything was love.

 

The trees were drenched in varied hues.

 

Some had crowns of red which dripped down and splashed the lower branches

 

Some had leaves that seemed to smile and tease

 

Each leaf ringed with a red lipstick and thrust out for a kiss

 

Or like a breast held for suckling, the very tip a reddish nipple.

 

The Sumacs showed their inner flesh in reddish wine

 

And ripe for licking.

 

Fluorescent Orange trees flashed against the green

 

Next to maples with leaves like dark and brackish blood.

 

The alien green possession of the trees is slowly disappearing

 

To reveal their real golden yellow, earthy brown.

 

And when you are in my arms and gasping,

 

I feel your own true essence as it emerges

 

The red spots on your cheek,

 

The warm and penetrating glances,

 

Your limbs as they are thrashing in some inner breeze

 

The autumn orgasm of life as it shoots out

 

To fill my mouth with liquid colour,

 

To fill my eyes with rainbows,

 

To fill my heart with overflowing love.

September 28, 2008 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems, sex, women | | No Comments Yet

In the room standing naked

In the room standing naked

 

Your beauty shines through every pore.

 

These fingers, lips and tongue are but the tools to join us closer.

 

You reach out your arms to enfold me, your breasts are lifting to my mouth

 

As my head descends to you, to marvel at your wonders

 

Like an antique traveler in unknown territory, pausing and tasting the delights that he sees along the way.

 

I long to kiss and touch the outer sheath that is your body

 

Like the slow explorer and careful hunter to sniff and wonder

 

And like the train across the hills to lick the valleys up,

 

And press my soft caress into your soul to give it comfort.

 

I feel my skin is melting in the presence of your wanting

 

It drips from off my body and leaves me denuded to the core.

 

And when we embrace it is our insides that are clinging to the fiery centre of our common sun.

 

And I am astounded to be in the presence of your desire

 

Your sighs and lifting legs that rest upon my shoulders

 

Your knees drawn back and your open mouth that’s panting

 

As if we’re birthing some astonishing marvel of purest pleasure.

 

And when you groan and shudder, I feel you melt into a flowing liquid

 

That could be the ocean of our beginning. 

 

I am the swimming cell that seeks its mate in your being,

 

Filled with love and as vast as the ancient sea.

 

September 16, 2008 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems, sex, women | | No Comments Yet

I see your smile like a half moon in a darkling sky

I see your smile like a half moon in a darkling sky

 

The corners of its crescent lifting

 

And pulling my spirit upward.

 

A warm and gentle welcome

 

While you stand naked blushing,

 

A bold assertion of yourself

 

And a hiding of the wounds you’ve gathered over time.

 

An opening into your inner soul

 

Encircled by enamel guards

 

That yet let in a ray of light

 

Into the darker depths

 

Where I can glimpse

 

Your tongue just resting.

 

A Mona Lisa face whose smile is broader

 

That both conceals and lets me see the truth

 

Of a love that’s growing

 

Like a loaf that’s baking

 

Hot and moist with yeast.

 

And is that the secret you’re revealing

 

When you smile?

 

Your smile which I must see,

 

For which I’d give up my daily bread.

 

Oh  please deliver me!

 

September 15, 2008 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems, sex, women | | No Comments Yet

Alone in Andy Haydon Park

Alone in Andy Haydon Park

 

I dreamt you walked with me

 

Along the open shore,

 

The cool refreshing breeze blowing in from up the river,

 

The multi-coloured sails just dancing on the waves

 

And the clear blue sky above our heads

 

But tinged with streaks of cotton clouds.

 

This would be a landscape for our love

 

As arm in arm, we’d stroll and stop to kiss

 

Your tongue as tender as a gentle touch,

 

Your lips the open call to

 

Breathe in slowly and inhale our joint perfume.

 

A young girl would scoot by and shyly stare

 

At two old folk still enwrapped in passion.

 

And as we walked, we’d meet young couples

 

And greet them smiling

 

As members of a common secret club

 

That held its meetings on the shoreline.

 

 

The sinking sun would keep the air still tinged with warmth

 

And we would sit on the wooden bench

 

Below the rustic, rusty waterfall that fed the

 

Quiet pond where ducks and geese and herons swam,

 

The seagulls flying quiet overhead

Abashed by jets that soared much higher.

 

And there would be women by the waterfall

 

Who took our photo

 

And children playing with their boats

 

As silent as a picture.

 

And I would hold your face between my hands

 

And lose myself in looking

 

Until I kissed you one last time

 

And was woken by the traffic

 

And feel the emptiness of being by myself

 

In Andrew Haydon Park.

August 20, 2008 Posted by reeven | love, poems and proems, women | | No Comments Yet