Away From War

I cuddle close & soft light smiles.

An end to war & violent fights.

Talk exists but weary minds,

Each is silent, fast asleep.

They hold their arms, entwined in rest.

As closing punches end the day.

The tanks & knives & punches thrown.

Are grief, relief & wishful bleeding.

Thoughts of naked girl that drives you mad,

Repeat apologies, for mind still plagued.

Returning home through wars across the global page,

I wish I’d find her pleasant form all wrapped in love & mine upstairs.

I’d slumber walk & lie beside,

I’d taste her breathe, perfume inhale.

Her eyes would glisten, her body heat,

Fingers flow through silken hair,

Her youthful skin would make me smile

Her tender touch, her cherished crown

I’d kiss that girl who hides from wars

Who sends me smiles instead of death,

As bullets pass & evil calls,

I lie close & naked within her grasp.

In mind I’m safe & baby warm,

Her sleeping picture, tonight’s protection.

A final breath & a sensual kiss,

With Man & Girl in peaceful rest.

~ I wish she were beside me. I would just hold her close.

© Ed Simkins

Soothed Escape

recline.

rest.

pull the warm blanket round.

she kisses you.

music intoxicating, a fine dream wine.

i smile.

but wearied eyes.

i close and pray and slowly inhale.

sanity prevails. returns.

i feel the world release. & smile.

comfort sings with soft caress.

a silent kiss.

& many huggs.

holding.

i can feel my heart.

my mind’s alive and grateful.

no need for drugs. no need for sex. no need for wands of dour hidden magic.

i hold her close. i see her smile. she kisses me.

all that dreams exist. a winding road to bliss.

i start again.

& breathe. a gentle thought.

i stroke her hair & she purrs for me.

a pretty child. a woman’s look.

lolita in blanket dreams who smiles and sleeps.

i rest my head.

i have escaped & here i am.

at peace.

soothed by her flow.

& smiling.

contented.

~ a hard day fought, a tired mind & a whole lot of love.

(c) Ed Simkins

To rest with you.

Dear ……, i sit,

In God’s all seeing chair.

With memories & nightmares,

I dream of you.

.x.

As Music soothes. Or music claims.

Darkness descends and my loyal friends, the waves of time, wash over me.

I rest. Head hurts.

Thoughts fight and lose & in my mind, I talk to you.

.x.

I long to place my weary head.

Lay down on thee, an unknown lap, an untouched bride.

To feel your hand, caress my face.

Your tender touch, my soothing star.

.x.

I wish to love. I wish to be.

I am tired once more. Oh to sleep with thee.

.x.

Body still, your eyes I see.

We lie in bed or grass beneath.

No need to kiss for love can travel.

A gentle rose, your happy face.

.x.

With you I fall & my mind drifts under,

Secure in the knowledge of your calming presence.

A warm blanket so soft, you throw around us.

& you wrap your tender youthful arms, & happiness ensues.

.x.

If you were here then the world I’d conquer

And each night, like now, I’d return to see

Angelic contours and shapes so pure

Your face entrances. I want you near.

.x.

I close my eyes & your face I see.

Your pretty form in poetry,

I’d hold you close & love you whole,

If only you were close to me.

.x.

~ Written because I feel sick & my head hurts. I close my eyes and picture the prettiest girl I know. & I dream of her. I wish I could hold her. & see her smile.

© Ed Simkins