6 Hours Around Her.

I kiss her.
In every moment
In every sight
In every thought I share with her
I kiss her.

But I can not tell or say or intimate.
I am mute to her friendship
I am mute to my fate.
Mute to the needs of having her around.
I’ve fallen for the perfect one.

She stands there A.M & the day begins
Conversation held & soft skin touched & cool.
She giggles as the story of her night unfolds
& I am hers completely.
The crowd surrounds but knows no the truth of us.

Break in work & she’s through to help.
She stands beside & teases me
She smiles & laughs & her words they pour.
Her perfect ways surround me now
& my bubble exists because of her.

But Manager storms on through with grim clouds grey
Rain storms fall & drown my joy.
Doors are locked & now she is gone
Emptiness completes the distraught scene.
Marooned alone I’m dying.

I see the future, kiss & taste the silence.
There’s no fun, no joy, no screaming madness.
Her world has gone, I’m broken down.
Tears & words of anger mount
& all the raged fists I hold crash against that deserted beach.

Yet as the beacon slowly burns, she’s seen, a ship ahoy.
I’m dancing, I’m yelling, I’m crying out her name.
She sees & runs & we hold on tight
I’m loving her touch, her perfect smile.
I’m lost to her, the perfect one.

– when she comes and goes like she did today I’m a loon!
© ed simkins 2016

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Sigh & love begins

Angel!
Sweet sensation who breaks my heart.
I yearn for you.

You smile & youthful passion speaks.
I fall for you.
& dream.

I love you!
& no-one knows but my mind insane.
& I smile a secret thought for you.

You radiate
& the world is jealous of your beauty formed.
Eyes of mine gaze & glide upon your naked soul.

& this breath of mine,
Which longs to kiss & flow through veins with you,
I call your name
& smile.

I’d hold your perfect face if fate so wished
& dreams were keys abound to unlock these certain gates of yours
& I’d kiss!

I see your face my friend
& love’s unblemished burden beams through skin so fine
& torments my heart with want & oh,
I love you.

& I wish you knew & wanted too.
That lips could kiss your lips & smiles would form
& bubble forth in giddy dreams & multiply

Your childish ways would drive me mad with pain
& angel’s curves & cherry lips would torment my heart.
I see your beauty shine & smiles please

~ oh the love I have for you! my dear sweet girl can you not hear my words?
© ed simkins

Waitress with a smile

Excited smiles react from the face that broke into a thousand dreams!
How dare she smile when I caught her eye!
How dare she break the solemn look she wore that night!
But how, how magnificent that she did!
Her perfect – & I mean perfect bottom provoked such raucous response
That normal men could not concentrate on food nor friends!
For roaming back and forth & more
Her perfect wiggle and slender, tender, dreaming legs
Rocked my superficial world and broke me so!
How could a gent not look or glance and watch transformed!
Those tight, tight, tight blue jeans!
Those heels that stabbed through each heart beat!
So instead upon her face I look.
Amazed at such a sturdy face, her anger and her focus true.
But then, & oh my friends, must I tell without a lie of beauty told,
Her focus dropped, her image torn, a thousand rainbows escape in joy;
Her smile!
Her smile!
& yes I know I am but king of man’s superficiality!
This that knows no bounds, but how I enjoy! How I enjoy!
The varied dreams that god inspires;
A girlish waterfall of hair, a ponytail that speaks of youth,
A slender waist and lush white skin,
I dreamt and dreamt and dreamt some more
As imagination undressed her there and then!
In one direction the perfect bum,
The other a hidden face of truth.
& so I smile & then my friends, I smile some more & more & more!
For nothing inspires or simply excites so much
As the superficial beauty of a woman’s touch!
My heart is weak & my loins agree,
& I love Athena – my ecstacy!

~ The story of a straight faced girl, who finally broke her innocent face with a delicate smile

© Ed Simkins

Perfection In White

Kissing the moon and watching her friends,

i smile and release this human pain.

i love this girl. i love her much.

her sweet innocence and perfect charms.

she stands above my forgotten doorstep and gazes down,

wonders at the world.

her friends are sweet but distant dreams. folk i like but never meet.

it’s her that rules & guides my world.

her pale face, so brilliant in its sternness,

but i can see the glint! i can see her cheekiness!

& Her modesty is mine & boy, tonight i am a God!

she talks to me you know; in whispers and secret riddles. she questions me!

she has seen my tears and seen my dreams, she has welcomed lovers & waved goodbye.

she has watched me skip across the night slain garden,

and laughed at my daftness and lost walks beyond.

& when i lie in some distant field, alone and silently philosophical,

she holds my hand & smiles for me.

i love her like my first born breath. for she is part of me. or i of her.

so much has she seen and so much to come.

she reminds me of my insignificance as she stands out there in utter perfection.

& she reminds of the truth. & of a beauty born; of life.

she is ever there. & she amazes me!

I look on her tonight and my breath escapes. Only an angel’s love can compare.

So i stand before her humble, & with a heart full of gratitude

& like a lover in the dark, with his girl encased in arms,

i smile & i worship her,

& i pray for yet another night.

~ Seeing the moon in all its glory above my garden as I return home

(c) Ed Simkins