Memories Revived 1975

I've been waiting for you
this late October afternoon,
waiting forever for a chance
to tease you into love.

I lead you out beyond
the wildflowers where
horses wander, beyond
the well where we
first talked, with words
that blossomed into
whispers of longing.

When you leaned toward me,
your laugh, the scent of
your sun warmed skin
commandeered my mind and
stole the music in my soul.

I've dream kissed every inch of you,
in every way I could imagine,
bathed in your laughter,
drowned myself inside you,
yet never touched you at all.





Rainbow Stretch
Art by Norman E. Masters

I am manic, distracted,
dull ached by desire, my body
a constant burn of wanting.
Your face, your laugh, your name
loop endlessly through my mind.

I've been waiting for you
this late October afternoon,
waiting forever for a chance
to tease you into love.

I brush your arm, as if
it were an accident
and you secretly grin.
I think I'll faint.

We turn to each other,
ease ourselves on a bed of
nodding wildflowers and grasses.
Suddenly shy, our hands
whisper their introductions.

I want to leap, to dive through
the sky, to shred the afternoon,
to grab you, stretch our legs
and cartwheel to starlight.

Instead I look in your eyes for
the answer to the question
too terrible to ask, "do you want
me as much as I want you?"
Is what I feel just a mirage from
my own manic and wanting mind?





Crystal White Rainbow Shores
Art by Norman E. Masters

You reach up softly, caress
my lips and I drown,
overwhelmed by the spider silk
feel of your fingers,
the sudden implosion after
weeks of wanting,
the strangling joy taking
all my words away, so
I smile and you smile back.

We roll toward each other,
breaths mingling, suspended,
I am mesmerized, unable to move,
not trusting the moment, that it
is not another fevered dream,
night sweats in rumpled sheets,
making love to mirrors in my mind.

I trace your body with my hands,
feel you tighten with sudden pleasure,
hold your breath, then exhale
and trace a map without words for me
to follow, I am drowning here forever.




LoveShores In Violet Longing
Art by Norman E. Masters




© Zen Oleary
May 8, 2003