My Illicit Desires

Having any other woman and
I would still desire another.
I don't know why I
Struggle with my passions so.
My eye still wanders
No matter who I'm with.
It truly doesn't matter who she is.
If she wants me, I'll give myself to her.
She may belong to someone else,
But that's not important to me.
It's some part of me difficult to control
Somewhere deep in my nature.
What is happiness - I don't know?
I know it's fleeting and relative.
How will another woman
Make me happy?
That which nurtures me
Will also destroy me.
I battle daily emotionally and spiritually
And physically with my illicit desires.

Married

Have we been married too long?
No, not long enough nor deep enough
To love, to know.

We love as we do, as we know how.
We continue to grow in love and
We cannot live one apart from the other.

Sometimes we seem to live separate lives,
But no more separate than the sea
Is of the seacoast. We blend together.

We are united publically and privately,
We are together in love and more, and
We'll not ever be married too long enough.

Summer Storm

Our lovemaking like a sudden summer storm
Across the coastal plains - hot and
Wet and strong with thunder
And lightening and wind and rain.

The pant of your breath like
The wind between the branches.
The summers dry plain now wet
And sweet as an oasis in the desert.

Growing in the heat of our passion,
Then I'm within you. Thrusting,
Calmly then harder, then softer,
Faster then slower; as the thunder and the wind.

Our throes of love across the sheets
In a storm of arms and legs and
Tearing across our bed,
Suddenly rising then suddenly calm.

I'm unleashed deep into you
Like the waves crashing upon the shore.
Then the sweet and tender calm,
Like the calm after a storm.

Rain Song

The simple and pleasant music of the rain,
Earthy and elemental and pure, with
Perfect beat and perfect melody,
Unpolluted by man. This days gentle
Shower, a perfect gift from God.

Springtime songs of soft rain showers
Falling gently in the day, washing
Away the melancholiness of my soul,
Cleansing my heart and spirit and
Nurturing the earth and land.

I meditate upon memories flooding back
As I watch the rain fall.
Thinking and wondering about people
And places and things and dreaming
In my mind to the gentle song of the rain.

Jack The Rabbit And Pussy The Cat

( a happy love poem)
Jack the rabbit and Pussy the cat
Were out getting drunk and high!
Without a care in the world or scrap of concern,
They were both just having a great time.

Stretched out on the grass
Back by the railroad tracks with
An overflowing bag of ganja green and gold.
Both just soaking up the summertime sun.

Jack drained the last of the beer,
Turned to Pussy and said,
"Looks like the well's gone dry,
So it's time for another run!"

Pussy replied, "It's not a good idea
But give me the keys so I can drive.
You're stoned out of your mind
And you know you can't handle your high."

Jack gave up the keys
As easy as please
And bombed out of their minds
To the corner store they did fly.

Ten minutes later with a 12 pack
Of beer and a big bottle wine,
The last of their cash they used
To continue their summertime ganja bash.

Jack said,"This ganja good, this ganja
Pure, this ganja come from God.
Frees your heart, frees your mind
And makes you feel so good!"

The sun started to set and the stars came
Out, They passed out in each others arms.
They dreamt both sweet and tumultuous
Dreams until the following dawn.