Sonnettics

I love your strength of body, mind, and soul
I hope you know my love for you is strong
My heart is yours; I give you full control
Although I know just where our hearts belong
Okay, “control” may not be what I meant
Although I meant your strength could take my heart
I know, my love, you’d never circumvent
My own free will; you’re not just strong; you’re smart!
I love the way you turn your strength to love
It’s strength of heart you have; I just forgot
To list it with the strengths I named above
That doesn’t mean you’re weak. Of course you’re not!
It only means my poetry is weak
When metaphors get heavy, so to speak.

2/14/2012

I love your beauty, not just what is seen
Although you look as pretty as a pearl
A pearl is only sand that comes between
An oyster and his shell, but you, my girl
You’re more than pretty sand, or even gems
Like sapphires, rubies, emeralds, diamonds too
To call them precious stones, my girl, condemns
The use of words like “precious,” but that’s you!
Your beauty is more precious than a stone
No color, cut, or clarity defines
The beauty of your heart; your heart alone
Surpasses all the riches found in mines
I love your beauty; I’m a wealthy man
You give me more than gold or silver can!

2/14/2012

I love the way you manifest your peace
Like rainbows show the end of vicious storms
And though your clouds have rain that they release
It’s by your rain that every flower forms
The peace of rainbows and of flowered fields
Display the colors of your peaceful heart
Where beauty’s peace abides and conflict yields
Where harmony and love take equal part
Your peace is balanced, like a restful day
I love to rest within your beauty’s peace
It brings the sound of words I love to say
Like poetry that makes my love increase
Come, manifest your peace within my heart
Storms have their end where rainbows have their start!

2/14/2012

I know she needs her space and needs her time
I owe her more than this; she wants to mend
I never thought her “broken;” she’s sublime
I want to be her patient, loving friend
I know I can be stupid, but I try
to earn my friend’s forgiveness when I can
I know I’ve had no right to make her cry
I know that she deserves a better man
She’s strong enough to live her life alone
She loves her girls and gives them all her heart
Compassion is a flower that she’s grown
Its beauty is her garden’s simple start.
My friend will find her way; of this I’m sure
I’ll give her what she needs; my love is pure.

It’s not cliché to say I Love you more
than all the Beauty I have ever known,
than all the Love I ever felt before:
before, when I was nothing but alone.

The Truth of Love can never be cliché.
My Love for you can never be defined;
it simply is, with little more to say:
a peace of soul, of body, and of mind.

It is the place my spirit wants to be
forever, and forever, and again,
a place to know that I am truly free,
a place where I am truly welcomed in.

To live, to laugh, to Love in every way,
to say I Love you more is not cliché.

Nostalgia held my hand and walked with me
in search of love, the first time it was mine.
Our path meandered through my memory;
we stopped at each and every tell-tale sign:
at every friend I thought that I would keep,
at every hand my fingers would entwine.
I replayed all my kisses, quick or deep.
I re-read all my poems, every line;
but all the signs of love revealed the truth
that what I thought was love was just a shade,
and “first love” which I thought I’d find in youth
was not in any memory I’d made.
Nostalgia left and now I see it’s true;
my first true love is here and now, with you.

Control becomes a fantasy when lost
on darkened street, by dim unlighted door.
Though stealth and boldness didn’t count the cost;
the angel in the rain discovered more.
The flesh that trembles isn’t always weak;
the back that leans may not need such support.
I watched her pose and didn’t dare to speak
for fear mere words would weaken their report.
When hands and skin both feel the others heat
and whispers fill a lover with desires,
oblivious control has met defeat,
is ignorant of what such loss inspires.
A night of dreams of lifetime filled with love;
a peaceful morning cooing like a dove.

She sings to me like no one else before;
she puts her heart into her voice and sings.
She sings the colors of her love and more;
she gives each loving note a set of wings,
and all her songs surround and lift my soul.
She knows the songs my chaos needs to hear
as I surrender self and self control,
to let her music lift and draw me near.
At times I feel as if I’m far away,
as far away as heaven is from hell,
and though I told my love I’d always stay,
my sweetest love, she knows me all too well.
And so she sends her songs on tender wings
to gently draw me back with all she sings.

I love your hot desire; it melts my soul
Like summer’s heat melts anything too cold
I love it when you melt my self-control
By moving fast beyond the bounds of bold
Desire begets desire between our skin
Like clouds beget the lightning of the sky
I love the way I feel when you begin
Your lightning brings my thunderous reply!
But even in your heat, I feel your peace
I love the way your storms bring healing rain
Desire is more than just a quick release
You give it to me time and time again!
Come melt my frozen soul again with fire
I’m not too cold to feel your hot desire!

2/14/2012

They taught me how to kill with just my hands
a skill that made my arrogance complete
I fight to win when arrogance demands
I don’t know fear; I’ve never known defeat
I’ve been inside the belly of the beast
The ground was several hundred feet below
They handed me a piece of silk, at least
I jumped when Sergeant Airborne shouted: “Go!”
I got to blow shit up in Fayette-nam
I learned to drink in all the titty-bars
At Camp Mackall my life was never calm
And I can prove it by some subtle scars
They’ll never take my silver wings away
Nor will they try to take my Green Beret.