I want to live, just for a moment, to live inside this breathless dream. I want to feel, mind lost in a swirling haze of tenderness, passion, comfort, hunger, and bliss, to held be held breathlessly aching. I want to be lost in a moment and found in the same instant. I have seen the key to my passage. It is there in those beautiful lips, soft, delicate, enchanting, silently calling out like a siren's song, beckoning me come near. I want you to free me from conscious thought, save me from what was or may be. I want to live, just for a moment, breathlessly intoxicated in your kiss.

A journey across decades
And countless miles
Long wistful days watching
Staging worn smiles

Braving that day's storm
watching the next begin
Follow the rainbow to its end
See it start all over again

Chase a vision
Find only tired legs
Hope for eventual truth
Onward begs

Take to the clouds my love
I will find you there
My legs are weary
But falter they won't dare

This is not words on a page to pull at heart strings. You are no puppet, and I have no use for such things. Each word is but a beat of this man's heart. A simple sonnet praying love will start.

Awake redux:
These are not just words on a page, to pull at heart strings. Puppets have strings and move on command. I don't desire a puppet to follow my lead. I need a muse that let's me see, a vision that flows of her own accord. A lovely dream moving free of strings and guiding things. I can gaze forever at that beautiful you. Stare into eternity in a single smile. Your rhythm let's my heart speak, not words of command, but instead words of life, and love. Each word is a beat of this man's heart. A simple sonnet dreaming of a day that love will start.

Today it is true,
one day in ever more.
One I long to share with you,
of that you can be sure
I don't care of tomorrow,
but I know today will end
There is no need for sorrow,
I will find you, time and again

Like a perfectly ripened peach, I want to feel your delightful contours under my fingertips, to exhale softly as they savor sensuous succulent curves. The soft velvet texture of your skin, as you are caressed under warm water. Warming you and coaxing sweet ambrosia closer to the surface. Gently drying the moisture from your glowing skin. It seems unfair that my lips did not get to savor the same treats. I guess there is but one solution. I have to alow my mouth to savor your deliciously inviting curves too.

Kiss me dear
The night is upon us
And we are here

No need for the light
The world fades
One is found tonight

My eyes cannot rest
Without your head upon my chest
My eyes will not close
Till they see you in repose
All that dream should be
Is in you with me

Standing atop a mountain, legs ache, lungs wrestle with thin air, and slightly damp from a run in with a wayward raccoon. How long was I on that assent? Christ, that was a long uphill journey. If I had know I would be scaling the pearly gates, the flora and fauna on the way up would have gotten a lot less attention.

That poor raccoon would have been pretty bored, had I not spent those fifteen minutes in hot pursuit, and if my footing hadnt betrayed me at the creek, raccoon would be on tonight's menu. Rest assured, on the journey back down, we will have round two Mr. Coon! The great white hunter still lives!

He only just lives though. My lungs burn. My ankles are borderline broken. My legs ache. The crisp breeze is that much colder with damp clothes. Six thousand feet into the sky, years ago, well years ago I would likely still be chasing the coon, however, had he not distracted my young legs, I would have raced up to this summit. Now I am here hands on my knees wondering "what the hell was I thinking."

That is until my gaze turns to the left. The view is breathtaking. The only thing I see is you. You are there, standing atop the summit, the wind stirring your hair. Now I remember, I wanted to kiss you atop the world. Kiss me love. I want to feel the world melt away beneath us. All of the aches and pains will dissolve. Just one long perfect moment atop the world with you.

If today cannot be, then tomorrow you will see. Here in my arms you are welcome to stay, no matter the place or day. I can hold you among a forest of trees, or we can walk together through the oceans breeze. I will see you soon sweet love.

Dearest Dirtbags and baguettes.
In a single day I have seen two lovely people sullied, annoyed, or whatever the correct phrasing may be. So, to put it politely.

KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!!