Tea

come, my love
let us drink tea
and make of it
ceremony
to hone the looks
between each sip
from our eyes
down to our lips
faux innocence
masking intent
of our desires
when leaves are spent
come, my sweet
let us drink tea
to savour flavours
intimately.

Oleanders

let us be one under the trees
on scattered oleanders red
to match the passions that have seized us
have nature form our lovers’ bed

I Find You Not

I find you not in fields of prose
nor in streets of force-ed rhyme
I find you not in endless space
or in the cloudy haze of time.

I find you not inside the rose
nor in the birds that sing
I find you not upon the breeze
but in each and every thing.

I dare not look into the sun
and suffer it’s golden glare
for I fear I would go blind
upon finding you there.

I find you not in senses sweet
nor in pains that burn
I find you in each fired synapse
in every twist and turn.

I find you not, for I seek you not
like breathing in the air
a serenade I’ve ne’er forgot
you are always there.

Such Are Pearls

such are the pearls
in precious measures
we dare not discard
such bauble treasures
yet what is a pearl
save time and sand
which pales in worth
to your fair hand.

Pareidolia

such clouds are these
which fly above
and in them
do I see my love
in each grey curl
and empty space
smiles down the aspect
of her face

The Seasons

though the rains of autumn fall
the summer’s memories still burn
and through the coming winter’s pall
my thoughts to you in sprintime turn,
the nights may darken, but my dreams
of you in sunlight fill my veins
and turn my heart to lover’s schemes
with you despite these autumn rains

Gaze

I gaze into her tranquil eyes
and seek my peace within her
and yet such restfulness belies
the passions deep I find there

Meter

It is but in our poetry
that we may love impart
for what are metered verses
save the beating of our hearts?

Deny

could I deny
like Peter in Gethsemane
this purest love?
if so,
and even if only
for the briefest moment
our world would be built
not upon a rock
but on shifting sands

how dare this morning come

how dare this morning come
and take this dream away from me
what cruelty shows the sun
to end this passion’d reverie
cursed be this golden dawn
this light that casts the night away
for in the shadows it has scorned
that is where you and I did play