one consideration

The big vibe within sounds her needs,
that vibration a soft nudge,
and she communicates with me this silent way–
my task an express utilization.

I wish to never hesitate when she calls,
to leap into the fray as her valiant warrior,
for whatever required i am love’s instrument–
my oath is done.

May i be the one to disappear,
hollow and empty of self-pity,
hollow and empty of my self-consideration,
and may i wholly consider the one–
the one i wait upon.

sculptress

Built to perfection at beloved’s hand,
her skill the master’s touch,
and she carves revelation of truth to my material–
the furnace looms,
i go towards love’s fire.

In her portfolio i reside,
a work in progress,
progressing in refinement,
and my destiny is the oven,
my heart to melt–
the crystallization of my soul.

My reality bends to love,
one purpose,
and all events my roughing out,
all prima materia–
she sculpts and i admire.

winter love rides

She’s with me on my ride,
as i roll among the banks,
and her spirit keeps me safe,
as i stay alert upon the ice–
her love my heating furnace,
for her it’s all for joy.

I like wearing all my armor,
protection from the chill,
and i like the satisfaction on arrival through a storm–
an adventure anytime.

I get a thrill cycling in the snow,
to glide on packed down fluff,
and touching flow when it’s really right,
pumping hard through frozen air–
the pleasure reaches my roots,
winter biking love affair.

mental derecho

Knowledge inside whistling in the wind,
blowing a loud insistence,
demands exit into words,
desiring audience exposure,
and even while nothing goes on it blows–
knowledge blows around.

Words upon the wind,
whipping through my mind,
and i listen to the howling gush,
whoosh goes all that stuff–
exciting weather condition,
my great derecho.

It’s mental such disturbance,
diffluent thickness patterns,
awaiting a trigger mechanism to express,
and all this bluster my stormy weather–
i smile through it all,
in love understanding is calm,
the sky contains the wind.

moral banking

My moral accounts are logged,
keeping track of all the good deeds i do,
and should my public image be shaken,
how strong are my efforts to prove my wholesome stuff–
i even confess to display my love,
a profession to shine my image up.

Let my audience chuckle at my silly antics,
superstitious do-gooding,
for as soon as i’ve built a credit in the bank,
my self-judged low desires are apparently permitted–
even to turn away from love,
even to throw away the best thing in the world.

This evil game i play,
such a dark sport that runs quick in the shadows,
and here i am furiously rubbing sticks together for sparks,
that with my fires lit,
torch burning,
i ponder that paradox–
such awareness my forgiveness seed,
to grow acceptance,
the birth of compassion.

daily wash

A small bit of doubt to keep me clean,
a dollop of doubt works up a good lather,
and i’ll use it to wash away crud,
amassed arbitrary beliefs–
some doubt for diagnostics,
system check my heart.

I’ll self-correct my self-set aim,
as i rocket to my love,
and i’ll keep a wary eye upon my moves,
watching for sketchy tendency–
the sleepy pilot warrants such suspicion.

Such bits of doubt are my alarms,
warning me to take quick stock,
for it’s easy to be distracted,
this a world so flashy and demanding–
heart’s solid navigation supported with this upkeep,
regular cleaning an essential lover’s task.

my questions

I take my questions to the floor,
where i sit beside them,
and playing with my questions,
i teach them this and that–
i think my questions are my friends,
helping me find my way.

My questions seem a private matter,
i hold them close and tight,
and my questions are so precious,
perhaps their worth exceeds their weight.

My questions are so special,
as i sit they play around me.
and i realize how they are my children,
how i love and care for each–
my questions will grow-up,
and i’ll be done all that.

liminal

She keeps me constant liminal,
a perspective combination,
and she keeps me between the poles–
in-between where i may grow.

She wants me strange and wondrous,
of course it’s effortless,
and i am beloved’s servant–
i am for her complete.

In love i am complete,
complete composition,
and i live this hybrid position,
existing between earth and sun–
as love i am fulfilled,
living her simultaneous mystery.

lost in paradise

I might be lost in love,
with these prayers i submit,
perhaps they are my breadcrumbs,
leading back from where i began,
yet as i venture deeper inside the forest of love,
perhaps birds of paradise consume the trail i leave–
lost in love i would not be found.

I might find myself in paradise,
deep within the wild,
my barrings cast off long gone,
and in the dark i follow a soft melody,
her siren song leading me onward–
i blaze my own path through the brambles,
pushing through love’s thick foliage.

I might be lost in love’s jungle deep,
wildly thrusting through,
and i go wherever my efforts may take me,
my course set solely by her call–
i may find myself lost in love;
right where i love to be.

uplifting sweetheart

Uplifting by her nature,
intrinsic captivation,
gusto her gift a delightful vibrating surround,
and i thrive with her attentions–
exciting sweetheart.

By attention do i feel it,
the light within her,
and greedily i receive her sweet ministration,
a soft caress in consideration–
deep honour bestowed.

I resonate her excitement,
register her every joy,
and i soak up her loving attentions,
my heart triggered to soar–
beloved you uplift me,
for that i am truly yours.