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

What is love?

Love is the abject dereliction of my sanity.
Of intelligence and wit and knowledge born of thought.
And sacrificed to the beauty of a smile!
& not even of that one which comes before in impassioned light
No! Not even that!
But that which arrives like a gleaming horse through majestic night
And brings forth news of joy through conversation held with…
With HER.
& I smile.

For love is but a quiet insanity of the mind!
Love is knowing all is stupid and worthless and fate will kill
But the heart goes on.
For it is trapped.
Inspired
But trapped.
For in the beauty of another one’s mind will soar a thousand dreams!
& dance upon a thousand more!
& hearts will flutter and skip and shake without repose
Upon the minutest little hope!
A word, a thought, the briefest deed.
And sunk without a trace in the moments passed

That is love.

An illness.
A mindless torture of the soul
A giddy run through naked fields knowing that in any moment the world will end
& send you down to hell again.

& so she takes your very soul
& watches you giggle like a fool.
For love.

& I am smitten

By this thing called love.

~ entrapped by love
© ed simkins

A girl who smiles.

She’s makes me laugh
& dances with my heart strings light.
Adorable & cute she sings in smiles
Yellow sunshine flows forth in dreams of joy
How can I but sigh each time she tickles my mind with such precious wander?

She knows nothing of the happy mind which stirs
& smiles in multiplied delight.
Delicious child & heaven sent
I’m grinning now from beating heart.

She graces round in giddy walk & laughs so much from conversation thrown
She smiles, I smile, & the world exists
In such sweet bliss because of her.

& moments spent in hours of wandering time,
I love these deeds in which she shares herself
& silly tales of innocent ways
My heart screams in such welcome bliss
That I could repeat these golden dreams.

Her curls which talk of fields of sun
Her fine sweet form, with curves that tease & roam unknown
Her funny ways so cute & fun
She talks to me & I sink in smiles

So watch a man become a teen again!
& goof & lark & fool around
No cares found near, no worries known

Just a crown of god for he who finds himself within
& sadiates success & strong desire for beauty played
She the girl who sings & plays & happy smiles produced in daze
I love the perfection she brings to a world so dark
Dreams begin when eyes they spark.

& wit & jokes & laughter booms
& jester stands in pleasant air
Princess dressed in black & slacks,
& precious thoughts which entertain.

All night would form a sweet dessert
In which the conversation poured & roamed
Happiness still blossoms here, in sacred eyes of her so fine.

~ moments of bliss & joy spent in the company of a precious dream
© ed simkins

When the Sun Smiles Down

Goddess stands before me, teasing me there
Smiling with beauty & combing her hair
She’s happy I’m naked & she’s playing her game
Driving me mental with the thoughts in my brain
I’m breathing the air & I’m having such fun
& She says in this start, that I’ve only begun.
I dance in the garden & I skip and I play
And she asks me with interest if I’ve something to say
& I bow down politely, & I say that I have
That I want a girl’s body soaped in my bath
& she giggles and she laughs and she blushes in the sky
& she says to me lad, with this laughter I’ll cry
What else would you like if I gave you the chance?
I suppose with such notions you’re after romance?
& I replied with a grin that stretched to my ear
Yes dear goddess, I’m certain that’s clear!
I’d like to do things and see many places
I’d travel the world & kiss pretty faces
I’d swim in the sea without danger of sharks
I’d fly in the wind & I’d love in the parks
I’d love to hold hands with the most beautiful girl
& I’d show her adventures all over the world
I’d seduce every girl that I saw & I liked
& I’d conquer every mountain I knew on my bike
But since I’m talking to myself & I’m probably insane
I’d be happy in this garden if I could only remain
For I like this sensation, this feeling of calm
When I breathe in so deeply and I stretch out my arms
I bow to you sun & in yoga complete
& I reach for the ground, with my head to my feet
The ants in their rush & the woodlouse so busy
The flowers in their beauty & I’m excitingly dizzy
& I stand up & smile with the intake of air
Standing up naked, just clothed by my hair
& I love your true peace, & I love you warm sun
& I’m enjoying the thought that life’s just begun.
So continue to smile & continue to love
& always for me, stay there above!

~ out of bed & standing in the garden…just breathing. That’s happiness!
© ed simkins

Morning Calmness

Strange euphoria
Peacefully quiet
Stillness breezes by

The sun is out
The flowers sway
Calmness a blanket for life

Watching from the window worn
A winter’s man bows out
Garden calls & man steps forth
A smile is breaking out.

Breath in a deeper breathe
Relax and rule the world
Time no judge, a welcome friend

No need for worries, all life wakes up
No need to fight in insane dreams
Life exists, ‘just be’ my friend.

Step by step as man stands still
The actions of the sane break out
A sense of power, creation flows
As one with nature & mother earth.

~ a morning with a difference. Peace & rest & silent thoughts.
© ed simkins

The Blissful Joy Of Watching You

Climb on to my bed and dance. That’s it – laugh girl!
I like your smiles! You make me grin!
You make me want to do things with you in my devious head.
Can I take you? Play you and make you sigh?
But let’s concentrate! – let’s just watch you jump & sing.
You’re crazy!
& I love you for it!
My bed rolls as you bounce and the mattress springs as you explode in childish delight.
I’d seek your pleasure in other ways. But then we’re just friends; We’re just having fun.
Without the flesh.
So continue & I won’t interrupt. Beside’s you’re too fresh, too innocent and having too much fun to spoil with the pleasures that evolve behind this gentlemanly mask.
But look at you.
Your simple, tectonic thighs, smooth skin that parts and calls my name.
Or so I imagine.
& your belly button – how cute is that? How can it be?
But it captures me & the firmness of your stomach aches for fingers to explore and clothes to rip.
Would my hands massage those tender feminine muscles of yours?
That slim figure of yours with curves that kill.
But I’m still smiling, watching – & I haven’t touched you…
Yet.
I need you to fall over. To collapse on me.
So keep the music loud and dance for me.
Writhe and squirm and tease this guy who’s fallen for you. Within.
& remain unaware of the secret which grows.
I cusp you, caress you & all you do is giggle. You’re so close to kiss.
But then we’re just friends. & I can hold your hand and pretend your smoothness doesn’t do anything.
I keep the lie behind my lips.
My mind is well controlled. No need to scare you.
You the girl who’s happiness pleases me so.
But how, how I want to stroke you.
Pleasure you.
See you fall in love with me.
God! – That human needs should ache for a friend who knows not the truth which rages deep behind these excited eyes.
You’d better go! I’ll see you another day.
For if you stay…
Oh, if you stay!…
Then a woman shall I make of you!
& my dreams begin.

~ thinking of that delightful, sweet tender girl who stimulates my heart.

© ed simkins