My Loving eyes
cover you with frosting
so I can waste my day in tasting
and not because I must do
because you’re sweet as sugar too
and have honey in you.
My loving eyes can see you
true because I want you
a desert of my desires
not a feast of famine
but the spice of life’s afflictions
and the goal of my emotion
My loving eyes can see the danger
risk and reward are not strangers
how many chances will I get
to have it all or meet my death
how can I care if I should care
where love is found is danger there
My loving eyes are full with lust
your skin and scent and gentle touch
command my adoration
and brings my body to attention
for the mother of my nation
and to you I pledge my soul
I only love my wife, and every thing I write in the way of a poem is for her. But, like all I do with poems, it was written as it was written in about fifteen minutes before it was posted. I get an idea, and I follow it out; but the problem with ryhmes is that they are traditionally, or perhaps prehistorically, curses. So, you end up saying what the ryhme will let you say rather than what you want to say. There was introspection in the ryhme. I did not want that, but passion. Love takes many forms, but sexual passion, attraction, desire, and adoration should be all about let me, love me, me me me. Relationships are difficult and some times impossible, and we need a lot of good feeling and desire to get us through the hard times. If a man can be with a woman and think only of her, he should be with her and give and take pleasure, and bond, sharing an intimacy that each pledges to make last. But introspection ruins it, because there is a time when people should be content with the moment, and think of nothing other than the moment, and love the moment. Thanks. I can’t talk about this because it makes me feel as though I am in a breach of faith. I was trying to express a little of common passion, and not talk about my relationship.
or was it just general…