Pas de Deux...

The lovers dance
Need not be near
Tis not by chance
That brings us here

In time and space
I hold you close
I breathe your face
In measured dose

Your body firmly touches mine
And passion pours aflame
The words burn on each measured line
Each thrust and pulse the same

Then spent we rest in sweet repose
And sleep to hold each other close.

Pan Flute

The whisper of your voice
Floats faintly past my ear
At the gentle rustle
Of the leaves you hear

In a quiet hush, most reverent
A touch but bare perceived
Doth balm my soul’s deep longing
Were truth to be believed

O wind sprite of the forest
Who fern and moss doth wear
Yea dances in the branches
With flowers in your hair

I follow now beside you
Our dance in measured step
Cavorting in the sunlight
Where diamond dreams are kept

Stay here with me a moment
To let your spirit play
Think not upon the morrow
But savor now the day.

Ascent

Amidst the steel and tires and strife
a gentle spirit spends his life
in bold array and daring flight
displays supported by the might

However unsuspecting fueled
by sensitive and thoughtful prose
that balances the outer shell

doth keep the focus clear for those
who stop to listen with keen ear

the whisper in the glen they hear
of his sweet breath
the violet’s scent
a sacred hush
a sacrament

his soul
in peace
makes it’s
ascent.

The Yellow Ribbon

“Tie a yellow ribbon
round the old oak tree…”
Mine is on the porch post
But just as plain to see.

Within it’s loops and streamers tied
the memory of those who died,
the hopes of those who will return,
whose families on Faith rely.

It’s tied beside a flag
that wasn’t there before
and every time I enter,
as I come and as I go,
I’ll say a prayer for all the guys
who make my freedom so;
by giving of their very breath
so mine can sleep in peace
and thank the Lord for who they are
their lives to give new lease.

With sharp salute to LTC
look forward to the day
when he for whom I put it there
be safely home with me.

For my friend LTC RTB, Afghanistan

Lost and Found

Tonight I tasted kisses
Were they yours?
Have you some that are missing?
I have them here with me.

My tongue touched lightly just upon my lip
my mind thought soulfully of you
and wished
for just a moments worth of sip
to drink
but from your mouth
the loving dew

Exploring each the other’s tenderness.
A touch a gaze a breath with each caress
I smiled and sighed because you were not here
and then again because
the kisses came and truthfully
I did not know from where

Tonight I tasted kisses
Were they yours?