Yes, I DO write poetry longer than 3 line haiku and such! Most are too long but thought I would share this creation, enjoy:


Morning Glory








I lie there next to you in the morning,

sun streaming in through curtains

casts soft highlights to your hair,

to your face and to all that is you.

Your sweet, soft lips shimmer in that sun.

The Sandman still works his way

with you, but I don't mind,

for these moments are mine.

For as you bask, yet, in slumber

in that morning sun, I bask

in the Morning Glory of you,

the shimmering lips the night before

I was lucky enough to have kissed,

the mussed hair from our slumber

and from holding you there

as I tasted those lips.

I gaze upon the sheets that cover you

in your slumber. Still naked beneath them,

lying on your side, the sun

leaves no doubt that thou art woman

as it presents to me the sensuous silhouette of you.

Such wondrous curves to entice a man

had worked their way with me and wrought

in me the passions of the night before.

But there's more to the Glory in that morning sun.

Sweet, sweet scent fills the air, still, stirred

by the heat of the rays that strike us,

much like the heat in ourselves

that wrought those scents. The honeysweet scent of the

woman that is you entices me still

as does the vision before me

and the knowledge of the woman within.

As you lie there in slumber, I brush

back the hair from your forehead

and plant just one kiss in remembrance,

remembrance of our midnight sun,

our night of sharing of ourselves, our hearts

and our passions with one another.

Bright, bold and beautiful our lovemaking,

like the sun that shines upon you now.

I could lie here for hours on end

gazing at you like this and thinking

of our night past, but desire, too, to awaken you

for more of the same...

but you will always awaken,

and once so, all of these moments that

I so treasure will be gone until another morn,

so I let you sleep instead.....


then my alarm goes off and I realize

that it was I who was sleeping,

not you...


Sweet Dreams

a comfortable flow, leading into each thought and anticipation. enjoyed