A Conversation

“Watch me”, she said.
“I never do anything else”,
he said.
“Take note.”
“It’s all written down.”
“Really?”
“Yes, everything. Even now
as I bow.”
“Give me a line.”
“The more it waits…”
“Is that it?”
“No, there’s more.”
“Surprise me.”
“The better it glows.”
“That’s poetry.”
“Yes, that’s true.”
“Why are you bowing?”
“I worship you.”
“Never stop,” she said.
“I won’t!” he said.
“That’s love!” she sang.

To Be With You

“To be with you in constant conversation.”
(Rumi)

To be with you on a mountain
watching the sunset;
To be with you in comfort,
cravings undressed.
To be with you on a beach
hugging the waves;
To be with you in fervour
feeding the gaze.
To be with you in flesh
mapping new worlds;
To be with you from afar,
burning like stars.
To be with you in rapture,
a daily delight;
To be with you in prayer,
nourishing the soul.
To be with you in silence
stirred by the verve;
To be with you in passion,
a tango of tongues.
To be with you in spirit
courting the call;
To be with you on earth,
enchanted by it all.
To be with you in thought,
spelling new rhymes;
To be with you forever,
riding the sunrise.

A Conversation

“Watch me”, she said.
“I never do anything else”, he said.
“Take note”, she said.
“It’s all written down”, he said.
“Really?” she said.
“Yes, everything. Even now as I bow”, he said.
“Give me a line”, she said.
“The more it waits”, he said.
“Is that it?” she said.
“No, there’s more”, he said.
“Surprise me”, she said.
“The better it glows”, he said.
“That’s poetry”, she said.
“Yes, that’s true”, he said.
“Why are you bowing?” she said
“I worship you”, he said.
“Never stop”, she said.
“I won’t!” he said.

Did I Ever Tell

Did I ever tell
how you hit
the spot?
Did I ever tell
you are all
I’m not?

Did I ever tell
the way you
held my gaze?
Did I ever tell
you fill
the empty days?

Did I ever tell
about the spark
you bring?
Did I ever tell
you soothe
every sting?

Did I ever tell
you are kinder
than light?
Did I ever tell
you come
every night?

Did I ever tell
you danced
like the rain?
Did I ever tell
you took me
from the plain?

Did I ever tell
you enlarged
this heart?
Did I ever tell
words are
just the start?

Did I ever tell
how love
conquers time?
Did I ever tell
………?
No, I don’t think
I did.
You complete
this rhyme.

Come, Baby

Come baby and let us make love,
passion flies like the holy dove;
come baby and survey the scene
of beauty streaming so serene.

Come baby and let us dance slow,
time’s cold fist cannot land a blow;
come baby and regard my eyes,
pools of light netting a surprise.

Come baby and let us speak soft
words kneading fears in the mind’s loft;
come baby and let us hold hands,
steadfast mast on life’s fragile sands.