the prospect of seeing you again

this then
the prospect of seeing you again

i somehow see myself..and us
more clearly
and how merry we were together

you were blossoming then
and though we lay together
nightly
sometimes tenderly
sometimes passionately
you awoke virtuous

floating down the Volga
past endless Russian fields
i remember our first moonlit
kiss
your first ever

ah that tender embrace!
woman and child in happy
harmony

you wanted to marry me
i wanted answers and time
to find them

you wanted to make love
to me
and in hindsight
i was such a fool!

with heavy heart
i flew away
seemingly farther
than forgotten centuries

i remember parting in Moscow
deep below the earth
you said to me
"remember...two stops
and you'll find your Kremlin."

walking in Red Square
had been my dream
and in doing so
my dream came true

but finding Russia?
i found her
when i found you

in time
the time i do desperately
wanted
i also found that
my melancholy
was a longing
for lasting love

love it turns out
i had with you

poised

legs crossed
and across from me
attentive and poised
neither to
or for
me

your face
and form
evoke Chaplin's
gilded silver-screen

rosy cherub cheeks
set upon
snow white shoulders
tastefully adorned
in soft cashmere

where modesty
fails to conceal
voluptuous bounty
a glance
betrays desire

i look to my soul
for the decency
to turn away

and then she smiles
and i am naked
in the embrace
of her happy eyes

i imagine her thoughts
married to mine

naked glance

I sometimes wonder if you wonder as well
how if might be
the thought of you and me

often, or at least at times
my glance catches yours
and i am unsure of what i see

a smoky smoldering gaze
veiled by
virtuous poise?

desire seems to dwell
subdued behind
deep brown eyes
and layers
layers and layers of
graceful disposition

you posed once
for my camera
hand on chin
there within

my lense a kind of safety
barrier
to your potent stare

your calm
confident stare
destroyes composure
even through the safety
of lense in hand
and my mind seems read

glimmers of longing seem
sadly elegent
though my thoughts are
absurdly animalistic
and barbaric

in the calm stalemate of
a pose
i'm ravishing you

my survival
to your deepest desire

your lips to mine
molecules intertwined
lost
in rapturous abandon

somewhere along the dangerous
line
of love and violence
clawing nails
conquer death itself

my hands pinned to yours
and there is the mighty struggle
of the absurd and impossible
of imagination
Perhaps, just perhaps
thinking it
makes it so
Perhaps then

eternity
alone
reaps victory
as ultimately
muted love
dissolves to no consequence

therefore i shall not love you
for the sake of pleasing
curious gods

i shall swim in your glances
where lost romance dwells
where i perhaps am yours