freedom

in a strange world
where love's often hidden behind fear
when gentle often recoils from brash
she comes and conquers hearts
like a promise of hope and dreams
like a soft warm breeze in summer
caressing, giving life, breathing wonder
like freedom.

in a troubled world
where truth's often blinded by lies
when tender's often seen as weak
she comes with her sweet smile
like so many offerings of change
like the first warm rains of spring
cleansing, purifying, renewing
like freedom.

so she wants freedom
this gentle tender rare woman-child
so she desires tranquility and stability
while she plays in the shadows of indulgence
while she clamors for her liberty
and embraces pride beyond redemption
this wistful woman, this confirming child, this wonder
freedom.

it's by dream

i wish i could know your body

by the smell of you,

by the feel of your folds,

by the sound of your yearnings,

or by taste alone.

as it is,

it's by dream

that i see you’re even prettier

when you’re bare,

that you want to lie with me,

that you say come to me

let’s make love.

waves

my brooding darkened the sea dull and sullen
haunting me hovering cloudy with wearisome
                            the moonlight kissed her long wavy hair
                            the sweet dew blissed at la lune de claire
sea dusk birdless flaunting and fears
songs sung sadder than tearless tears
                            the sunlight radiating her soul laughing eyes
                            while her sultry perfume pervaded the skies
moon-grey whispers taunting in dark forest
silent vespers out of rhyme with the chorus
                           she looked at me nakedly wantonly in wonder
                           my heart jumped joyfully her spell i lay under
                 rippless frozen the sirens of the sea
                 undulate, recoil and sing back to me