Sonnettics

Tonight I need the dreams that bring me you
Where you and I can kiss and touch and love
The dreams when we can choose them, and we do
The dreams that I am always dreaming of
Tonight I miss your hands upon my skin
I miss the warmth that comes with your embrace
Tonight I wish I felt myself within
Your body; and I’d love to kiss your face
I need you in my dreams; will you be there?
Will you respond to me when I will call?
I know you love me, and I know you care
I know you give me everything, that’s all
I want to give you more than words, tonight
My dreams of you are more than I can write.

I know she’s there; I feel her loving heart
My hands and arms are empty, but she’s there
I may not see her, but we never part
Our hearts are full; they make a perfect pair
Forever isn’t empty, now I know
It marks the time I always want to be
Beside her shining Beauty, even though
When we’re apart, I feel her next to me
While others may be close enough to touch
To touch them wouldn’t be as good or true
As waiting for the love I need so much
The “her” I want to feel is only “you”
Like waiting for the couplet for this song
I know to wait for you is never wrong.

To her I smell like coffee, warm and bold
in fall when mornings plead for the embrace
of rich aroma, conquering the cold
and lonely air that fills her lonely space.
She holds her cup in both unsteady hands;
she smiles and shrugs, expecting me to pour
my caffeine soul, implicitly demands
her fix of warmth and strength with nothing more.
She cools my heated taste with expert lips,
relaxes with the cup against her breast.
I seep into her slowly as she sips
and quickly where the cup is tightly pressed.
Consumed, I linger on to my surprise,
the catalyst of passion in her eyes.

Originally posted 2/22/2009

She comes to me like raindrops come to Spring
I feel her like the gentleness of rain
Her beauty’s like a song I want to sing
Without her in my life I’d live in pain
But with her in my life, my heart is clean
She washes me with love and loving care
Like similes of angels I have seen
She flies to me from any anywhere
My soul is parched; I need her in my heart
I can’t believe I’ve thirsted for so long
I’ll finish all she gives me, from the start
She gives me all that’s right, where nothing’s wrong
Her raindrops fill my life with love; I’m blessed
By her angelic presence, love’s expressed.

I feel you close when you’re not even here
As close as when I drink; my lips, your wine
Or when I close my eyes and shed a tear
The warmth upon my cheek is you, divine
Come closer and succumb to my embrace
Angelically, there’s heaven in your touch
I need your presence near; I won’t replace
Your love.  I’ll never say you love too much
I want to place my lips upon your breast
To taste the sweetness of your tender skin
I want to feel your fingers on my chest
And yes, I hope you feel me come within
As close as we can be, I want to be
And know that us is only you and me.

I learned it’s true, that all the world’s a stage
All men and women merely players too
The truth we seek, we find on any page
We choose, and hope the words we choose are true
Soliloquys are poignant by and by
To anyone who listens to our play
And poetry is havoc that we cry
We let our sonnets slip then turn away
It’s true, the word is god; we speak divine
it’s true that Thou Art God; Thou Art a Word
Divinity’s a play we all refine
With everything we think we’ve ever heard
Since all the world’s a stage, I’d like to know
Will anyone applaud my humble show?

My day begins when morning comes to call
My dreams are over and the sun comes up
I’m glad I have a window in my wall
I’m glad I have a breakfast bowl and cup
It’s time to plan, get ready for my day
I brush my teeth and then I brush my hair
I choose the clothes I want to wear, and hey!
I put them on unless they have a tear
I’m ready now; I get to go to school
Last night I did my homework; now it’s done
My friends will know that I am smart and cool!
At recess time we’ll play and have some fun!
I’ve planned my day; I’ve got some extra time
I’ll write tonight if I can find a rhyme!

I can’t replace the love you’ve given, free
I can’t replace the softness of your breast
Your love and softness mean the world to me
They need a poem, need to be expressed
I love your love, your softness, and your kiss
And though I’ve gotten angry, I must say
The things I love are things I’ve come to miss
I hate it when those things are far away
They’re you, and yes, my love is always yours
I want to give you everything I’ve got
I won’t replace the love my want obscures
With anything my want’s occlusion brought
I won’t replace your love; I’d be a fool
Like trying to replace a priceless jewel.

I didn’t know her heart was mine to break
She didn’t need another broken heart
Considering the pain that was at stake
I can’t believe she took the chance to start
Her love with me; I felt her deep within
The simple words I chose to mark her soul
She let me feel the warmth beneath her skin
But warmth can burn when touched without control
We held each other when we drifted near
We let each other go, to drift away
I should have sealed our bond but now I fear
It doesn’t matter what I want to say
Her broken heart is deaf; my words are trite
She’ll never love again, but then, she might.

The art of anger rises in my soul
But when it has no subject, I am lost
I fight to gain emotional control
And wonder what’s been gained at such a cost
There must be beauty in the art of pain
Such masochistic thoughts begin to form
Sometimes as I investigate my brain
I feel them deviating from the norm
Creative impulse used to feel divine
But now it sinks to words denoting hate
It tosses them in each and every line
And even in my couplets, won’t abate
Like knives I use to cut within the Louvre
The art of anger helps my soul to move.