Sleep now, Love

Sleep now, Love
Forget the troubles of the day
Leave behind your worries
Fears and struggles
Fill your mind with memories
Of the pleasures that we share
With the joyful laughter
From the stories that we tell
Feel now only
The slight warm pressure
Of my hand upon your neck
Drawing you back
As I kiss you from behind
And whisper in your ear
Lay here next to me, Love
Let the fingers of my soul
Melt into you
Let our breathe
And the beating of our one heart
Become a song
That makes the gods weep
In envy of our humanity
Let our bodies touch
With hot serenity
Keeping passion kindled
To burn again at dawn
And as we drift, Love
Let our dreams weave together
A peaceful tale
Where the horizon
Never ending
Lit by both
The sun and moon
Is filled with sounds and colors
Indescribable
And we float among the clouds
Together
Sleep now, Love
I am here

Morning Glory

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Drift sweetly
in your morning haze
lit with candles
from yesterdays
and colored with candied memories
of tomorrows yet to spend

Dance in the streets
with everyone you meet there
dressed in gala clothing
in a hurry where they’re going
to become what you will make them
Spring diving
or hang gliding
or skipping rope on a waterfall

Chased by a loyal brown dog
shining like a knighted rhinoceros
until tamed by your touch
and led safely to your yard
where rabbit trees
sing lullaby’s
and nesting birds
share spoken word
like beaked beatniks
while monkeys prepare
for flights to who knows where
and you
true goddess
command all
in sacred serenity

Hush now, Love
don’t you rise
there’s still so much to see
so much to do
so much to be
just close your eyes
and drift
enjoy your morning glory
while I make the morning tea
and wonder where you are

 

This morning

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I lay in bed this morning
and tried to imagine you there.
Would you be facing me?
Would I feel your breath on me?
Do you lay on your back?
Your belly?
Or would your back be to me?
What sounds would you be making?
Soft mewls like a kitten?
Loud and long?
Silent shallow breath?
If I whispered to you
would you respond?
Would you speak the words
I long to hear?
Would my name be on your lips?
Could I kiss those lips
to coax those words?
Could I kiss your neck
your back
your breasts
your belly
without waking you?
How many kisses would it take before you did?
If I reached out to touch you
how far could I explore?
How deep?
Would you respond to my touch?
If I pressed my growing hardness against you
would you press back?
Would you spread your legs just a little
as you slept?
Would you wake with a smile?
Invite me in?
Or would you pull away?

I will have those answers soon.
I will wake in the morning
hard with dreams of you.
Your name on my lips.
Your warmth
and your scent
mixed with mine.
The taste of you in my mouth.
Instead of this meager imagination
that drives my hand
to reach out to emptiness
as if you were there
and touches
only myself
I will feel you next to me
under me
driving my passion
deep inside
and we will know.

 

 

 

on the shore of dreams (2010)

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on the shore of dreams
SATURDAY, 27. FEBRUARY 2010, 17:57:36

 

morning
the color of mist
breaks through my window
and casts a single shadow

alone
through the night
I wake with you beside
and watch you fade away

a smile
faint and dark
as the hope I keep inside
that all around is just a dream

reminders
of distant pasts
on empty shores

and memories
bright as daylight

bring me to your arms
as I drift again
to sleep

 

Succulent

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never there
always wanted
seldom had
often enojoyed
mostly missed
longed and sought after
sung about
written about
“dreamed” about
succulating
stimulating
simulating
suffocating

 

resuscitating

 

sleep
…not tonight

 

 

image; “the comfort she craves” by cameron grey

Night after night

Nicholas.Obery

The same dream awaits me
When I close my eyes
And struggle with sleep
Its seems a losing battle
Between my eye
And my mind
A world torn by love
Of self
Not of others
Fought with genes and smoke
Lost in a second
Or won
My life changes sides
Once a warrior
Then a child
Or a woman in rage
But always an old man
Clinging to hope
Where none can exist
And leading the strays
Only sometimes away

Only some times

I awake to a song
I never remember
Though its melody haunts
My every move

 

Image by Nicholas Obery