As If a Dream

 As If A Dream

Softness lay on your hands like clouds in summer

And you touched me like a cherished violin

Eyes so full of sweetness I went drowning

Down to your depths and hurried up again.

Whispered on my neck, your mouth went seeking

And I, enthralled, became your willing muse

Through entwined fingers love came shyly peeking

Forgetting what it was we had to lose.

And there the grass rolled out as if a carpet

And there the sky scrolled back as if a dream

And there the birds of heaven serenaded

And flowers wove a tapestry unseamed.

No song and yet we danced in arms of longing

Delicate and quiet as the dawn

Till midnight fled and we were overtaken

By longing stronger than the strongest storm.

And passion touched my skin like strands of silver

Searing like the lightning in your eyes

Hands, once soft, became as rough as iron

And the bright moon echoed with our lovers' cries.

The joy of love, no poet can describe it

The need of man for woman, who can tell

What else on earth can give a taste of heaven

Take it away and makes you taste of hell?

Here in the night I reach the arms of wanting

I long once more to walk the road of bliss

Touch me with hands of softness and of iron

And dream me back to our first summer's kiss.

©by Voo

June 28, 2007 

2 a.m.

Attaining

Attaining


Sleek, black vehicle
Jaguar fast and moving
Through the night
On rain soaked roads
Shining like glass.

Beautiful.....
Deadly.......
In the hands
Of the careless.

Dark, brown eyes
Seductive, enticing
Sending forth commandments
To come to
Instead of running away from.

Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the soul
Of the vulnerable.
　
Wet, welcome storm
Quenching the thirst
Of barren, desperate desert
Not knowing when to stop
Washes away the work of a thousand days.
　
Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the very earth
So hungry for the taste.
　
Why must the things we want,
Need, crave, desire,
Delight in, pursue, seek out, and purchase,
Destroy us in the attaining
And kill us in their arms.

　
©by Voo
Feb 10, 2010
10:47 p.m.

Scenes From One of the Sexiest Movies Ever

Scenes From One Of The Sweetest Sexiest Movies Ever

Don Juan DeMarco

Song:

 Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?

Timing Is Everything

Timing Is Everything

Silently, wordlessly.....

I walk behind you in the fog

And wait for you to pause

Long enough for me to catch up.

You stop and look furtively around

Jingling the coins in your pocket

And I see the frown you occasionally wear

When you think of me.

Seeing nothing in the mists,

You walk on, glancing up at the sky

And pulling the trench coat collar

Tighter around your throat.

You stumble over a stone

And utter an indecipherable oath

That I can't quite hear

And it makes me smile.

"Where are you?!" you shout out loud

And kick the stone out into the darkness

"How much more must I endure?" you ask

And I recognize my moment and rush forward.

"I'm right here, mon cher." I whisper

And slip my cold hand into your pocket

And into the warmth of your fingers

As they grasp mine in fear and trembling.

You twirl underneath the dim street lamp

And clouds of fog circle around us and between us

You make motions to disperse the mist

And stand there in stark disbelief and indescribable joy.

"Is it you?" you ask, reaching to touch my face

"Is it really you?" "Tell me it's you and not a dream."

And I back away and look into those eyes

That I have dreamed of melting into for evermore and always.

"It's really me, beloved." I whisper softly

"Can a dream do this?" and I stroke your cheek with my finger tips

"And can a dream do that?" As I run my thumb over the outlines of your mouth

And leave it there upon your lips.

Time is suspended, stands still,

And we both wait to see if this is reality or fiction of the mind

Before we give in to the emotions that run rampant

Over, under, around and through us like mad things beyond control.

"There was a glitch in time." I say, 

"And I slipped through the veil when the time was right."

"Well, timing is everything." you murmur

And push a wayward curl behind my ear.

Somewhere in the distance 

A band begins to play in some elegant ballroom

And the music reaches our ears and swirls around us

And you bow and say, "May I have this dance, Princess?"

I take your hand and the touch of it sends currents through me

Your arm around my back, and we waltz as if on clouds

I cannot take my eyes from yours as we meld in that sweet embrace

Like warm honey spilling from an overturned bowl.

I hear you exhale and I exhale my own breath

Over your shoulder as my pulse runs wild

Tighter you pull me and your grasp is like steel

Yet the pain is delicious because I know you are real.

  ©by Voo

 Dec 28, 2018   

2 days before my birthday

Unrequited

Unrequited 

Were I to pen a letter true

And tell my deepest thoughts to you

What would you think, what would you say

Would you rebound and run away?

Were I to sing a song of love

And convince you that 'twas from above

Would you in rapture listen to

And believe the words I sing to you?

Were I to die for true love's sake

Would you from slumber come awake

And love me then like you don't now

If I should die for you somehow?

Were I to die and haunt your dreams

In golden fields by crystal streams

In downy clouds lie down in love

Would that then win for me your love?

For all I've done has come to naught

I've found no hope in what I've sought

You've passed me by like I'm unseen

And kissed me only in my dreams.

And though I've laid my heart out bare

I know for me you do not care

My song's unheard, my words unread

In heartache's hand I make my bed.

Were I to wish now that I die

Would you in pity deem to try

And kiss my lips for pity's sake?

I'll dream forever and never wake.

©By Voo

some time ago