MY MEMORY

I understand drawing from memory, writing from memory,
describing a face you've seen so many times
that it floats behind your eyes like after-images of a sunset,
or a body you've held so many nights
but how is it that I write memories of one
I've never seen or touched?

It seems impossible, yet when I touch my pen
to the page for you, without dreaming, without
any effort to imagine I can remember the way
your eyes soften when I say I adore you,
the devilish, teasing curve of your seductive smile,

and when I lie in bed at night, it takes no act of will
to call forth your body, you are there before I know it's you,
your thigh pressed along the length of mine, your slight,
surprised gasp as you find my arousal, the scent of you –
it seems impossible, but I remember and you are here.

A BEAUTIFUL SHOW

The room is dark,
A swirl of violets, crimsons,
And blues of deepest midnight.

In the corner, a music box chimes,
Its dancer twirls in an everlasting circle
The silk blinds bellow about in the wind,
The open window, high as the ceiling,
Agape, open for someone to come home,
Where could she be?

Perfume drifts amidst the wind,
A whisper – nay, a kiss,
Of lavender, of roses,
Of innocence

Paper lay on a nearby table,
Each buried by the one on top,
One is pleading for attention.
It is a diary,
It's ink is slightly wet and smeared,
A lone candle, dwindling to an inch from
Gives the command
"Grace the empty chair"

A ray of moonlight knife's its way through the silky white curtains,
As one, her, curtains, and moonlight
dance as though they have danced for eternity.
Still, she spins,
Twirl and step in perfect flow,
Elegance a melody of a beautiful lover ...
A shape... a form... a dancing girl...

But she is solid in this form,
The moonlight does reveal,
Yes, for within the white folds the girl twirls, spins and steps,
But she is as solid as the midnight air.

TONITE, NO GAMES

Tonight, there are no games.
We are ourselves, and this is what we desire.
Tonight, there are no secrets.
You know my name, I know yours

Tonight, there are no demands.
I will simply give you what you want,
what you crave, what you need.

Tonight let your voice sing your body's song.
I want to hear you screaming in pure pleasure,
taking in the pain because you want it and
not simply because I wish to give it.


I want to taste your passion in the very air.
I want your yearning to overtake your body
and fill the entire room.

I want to feel your hands, fevered with longing, on my body.
I want to feel your devotion pouring out through your fingertips.
I need to take you to the place where
pain and pleasure melt into each other,
leaving only sensation.

I need to use you, to give you more than you thought you could handle
and watch you wanting only more.
I need to know you want me as badly as I want you;
that our need is so evenly matched as to be not only twinned,
but one drive in two bodies.

I need you. Tonight. Now. Right where we are.