I Am

I am your hope left unrevealed
The want that makes a lover yield
I am the pleasure dreaming brings
The heady power felt by kings

I am love your kindness wrought
The pride your perseverance bought
The Spring that waits beneath the snow
I am the promise you will know

I am the spark that sets the blaze
The playfulness that fills your days
The energy that drew you in
The decision made to begin

The intensity that you feel
The touch that makes your senses reel
I'm the moment you come undone
The welcome of the morning sun

The breathlessness in Love's first kiss
Freedom, abandon, recklessness
The certainty of what you know
The calm before the storm winds blow

I am goodness and endeavor
Your happiness. Your forever.
I'm everything you've ever sought
Without you though, I am naught.

Winter Love

Spread. Unashamedly upon the bed,
my winter white.
Frigid sunshine.
Stark light
accentuating the paleness
only long months in winter
can bring.

Wrists tug upon their bonds.
Toes dig deeply into quilting
long since tossed aside.
No imperfection hidden.

Your heated breath causing
shivers to texture my skin.
Passion stains me rose.

This season no longer dormant.
I know the rebirth of spring
in your winter love.

Haiku warms the soul
We must huddle together
and warm each other

Your creation. Your Angel.
You've sparked life out of naught
but longing filled dreams
and just look what you've wrought

A love that surrounds you
and all you behold
in a world where illusions
are meant to unfold

Perfection, desire
pure spirit of play
you've made in abundance
your own perfect way

Creation continues
How could it not
when one sees the beauty
your creation has wrought

Sweet and Tender

That such sweet and tender sadness
can come of breathing life, exhaling joy,
make the memories I've so cherished
that much harder to enjoy

Sweet and tender wanting
wrought of raw intensity and need
so sharpened all those promises
and caused my soul to bleed

That those memories once pure
are now painful to behold,
have no sway upon this wanting
as tender feelings still unfold.

Such sweet and tender sadness
wasted upon that cad
If it had been my money
'twould not have been so bad