Dreams on My Pillow.

Daughter of the night lies naked in solemn, sleeping beauty.
I watch her.
I raise my hopes to a silent stage of want.
Heart screams as the ribs encase.
A fierce rage burns deeply through the cushioned walls of my mind.
I love you.

Your tender face breathes shallow & peaceful rest
My Fingers, of such sweet delicacy, caress your soft young hair.
I kiss you.
With lips of lust & warm desire, I rest upon angelic face.
A tender glance & gone.
A Knight protects his midnight queen.

& as lady sleeps in fields of dreams
Her inviting form wears secrets of deep, royal blue
Luxurious velvet blankets warm
& child’s bosom glows in soft inhalation.
I watch.
& smile.

This girl of mine, bethroned to the darkness, sighs
& my heart jumps high awaiting my name.
& should a single utterance occur,
Then beside I’ll wrap, my body firm against her pleasing skin.
& there in secret, still desire
Will I gently love my girl asleep.

I see a brief romance, a smile, a burning flicker of hope
& in my heart the angels sing.
Her naked face is pure, pristine
& I see through the shadows of her beauty so fine
Love has come to rest upon my carriage of dreams.

For now, with a last kiss before, I join her in shallow slumber.
But she pushes through sleep & arches pleasantly against me.
How I love her!
& surrender is secure as I succumb to my weakness.
Dreams slowly engulf me & my eyes wearily close
Reduced to breathless bliss & in sleep I hold her.

Contentment ensues
& with the warmth of young love,
She, my princess of the night, becomes perfection.
& through her sweet salacious seduction of my soul.
Conspires to drown me safely, happily
In dreams of sheer bliss.

~ before I sleep, I think of Her. X
© 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

Stillness

Today I work hard, though there’s not much to be done.
No girls to speak,
No angels to chase.
No dreams to enjoy or places to take.

I thought I’d sit here and ramble
Enjoy the sights of the garden
Speak happy to the flowers
Watch the growth of the buds.

The world is at peace
There’s a silence in the clouds
There’s a roaming delicacy in love
& there’s a quietness in the gym.

I stand here beside you
Staring off into space
Biding my time
Wasting my breath

For though love should be made & the monies collected
Or the bins put out & the showers be switched
I stand here in still harmony
A spaceship in flight.

I look out at the creatures
& I know that I’m one
Fighting to survive,
to love & to kiss.

But the stars are so cruel & god is asleep,
So I stand here in slippers, pondering my thoughts,
Dreaming of a status
In which one day I am king

Til her princess is mine
& she’s holding my hand
When adventure occurs
& we make love on the sand

Dreams are expensive
& Humans a whim
Another cloud drifts by
& I stand here, without sin.

~ A Sunday afternoon pause

© Ed Simkins

Perfect Contentment.

Sleep consumes me.
A beautiful dream.
I close my eyes my dear.
Dreams flutter like stars in the naked sky.
Breathing in.
Gentle air flows through veins.
The body dies.
Dissipates.
Ash upon a morning breeze.
Spirit soars as the ancient body descends.
Slumbers. Snores. Wallows deeply in the mud.
Relaxed.
Soothed.
Massaged.
I cannot stand.
I cannot move.
My pulsing heart the only sign of life.
My mind connects.
& wanders.
I do not seek. I do not want. I close my world to human needs.
I see her face.
Illusion through the sleep?
Or lust for a face so delicate, so warm?
I desire.
& in that moment my heart quickens.
It smiles. In eager anticipation.
A new drug found.
New delusion. I drift into gentle sleep.
& I am happy.
Asleep.
Content.
Smiling.

~ I fell asleep in Yoga tonight! A dream, a face, appeared as I went under.

© Ed Simkins

Between Work & Play

cold dark days & headaches form,

brilliant lights explode in mind.

I’m off to war in but a moment,

where dogs and cats will be left behind.

dreams will run or skip and make me smile,

though shadows form in veiled mask!

repetitions blown from the four winds of time,

i sit here frozen, though happy, relaxed.

i could tell you a story of the famous girl,

but i know that tonight you may not care.

My vice is my own and the thoughts are known.

so i’ll just pop upstairs and change for war.

old man clothes, blazer, shirt,

black tie and watch, his pockets clean.

these garbs i’ll drop and out i go,

escape the ritual of a Friday sleep.

all in order to impress the world,

or perhaps i’d say, to make me feel

a slight sense of some human worth,

or if all goes well, the world will smile

& the day will be won, alongside the battle.

for the library’s clean, the kids sent home,

weekend is free and the dreams begin.

who knows what fantasies will blow this mind,

& tease our eyes with skin and heat!

Good night, good night, farewell & night!

~ Friday night & I’m shattered, but free!

(c) Ed Simkins