Smiles and giggles
take away
nothing.

there is so
much
pain.

fool me;
with spritely
tears.

eyes,
just….

all eyes…..
tangled up with
cheeks and smiles and giggles.

trust exploding
in every look.

hugs so innocent.
passionate
&
true.

hugs that
make a giant of you.

heart afire
with love.
with love.
and,
with
love.

Enfolded,
and wrapping around
and around
again
and again,

I want

 
us
to get
even
closer.
can you
feel
my heart upon
your breast?

 

…

 

….

 
it beats
happily when
your
wonderful
jungle of hair
tickles my nose.

 

 

bliss

towards the edge
and
deep into
the unknown,
I want
to run with
lose
and then
find you.

unfettered
and wild,
I want
to howl
with you.

tangled up
in weed
and tree,
I want
to make love
to you.

flying high
our lungs pounding-
let them sit,
arms akimbo:
honey,
I want
to dance
with you

hearts stolen?
or freely
lent?
Sweetness
I want
to love
with you

the latch is loose:
come
run away
with me
and
we
can

without my pen
I am a lost
soul,
wandering
blind:
like
the
rest of you.

the eye in my heart,
is closed
unless I prose
and sing
a bit to you.

I need to
shine
wonder into
your soul,
whether you are ready or
not.

a journey
starts
with a
setting forth:
a launching,
a leaping;
it starts
by taking
one,
single,
step.

but
what of the next,
and
the following,
and all turns to come?
indeed it’s easier
sometimes
to
just
run.

run away, into
ignominious defeat
or worse:
to sneak
into a lair
of regret,
liveried
in the
bric-à-brac
of opportunity
foregone
&
the unkempt promises
offered in
the heat of callow
steadfastness.

but a swivel, a twist,
and a fresh attitude
will point
you
to
Your
truth.

i lie.
i wait.
i fear.
because
i see
the tremendousness
of
you.

just do it.

life sweeps in
life sweeps out
easily you
flow with
the
fling of
the mop.
easily,
with the detritus, ebb you
go.

to where?
the end, of course
dummy.
chaotic nonsensical
and lost
but not free.

so
go
get some
honey.

who
or what
drives
….
why forsake love
for
joy?

what is joy,
but
the Moment seeking
love?

“do the damn thing!”
he said to me,
over and
over and over again.

do
the damn
thing.

then,
do it right.
and
do it for real.

just Do THE
damned thing.

two times.

raysimon,

I love you.

lost in the rays of the sun
i
saw my destiny
slip through tree
and brush
and field
and meadow
and I
stood
still.

manifesting
success
through inertia: New Age Soul Slipping,
for tender soles.