One More Moondance, My Love

Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-eight-09-06-2020

A cool October evening presented itself in front of us,
the full moon in the sky hovered above, and the tension
between us lent itself to lyrics that resonated to every

following Autumn. ‘Can I just have one more Moondance
with you, my love?’ you sang as we walked arm in arm. It
was our first song, my first song sung to me. And to this

day, the smile, the tone of your voice, the way you
captured me, still sends shivers right through me.
From the first taps of the piano to the trumpet blaring

three-quarters of the way through, it all sends me back
to you. I halt everything to remember your voice, your smile,
to be wrapped in a moment with you once again.

Dear love

Dear love,
Thoughts of you the other day brought smiles. Today thoughts of you produced overrun swells in my eyes. The many years we’ve been separated, but how our hearts have always been close, how many more years will it be like this? Living in fantasy and memories all of the time is no way of living. The truth of what can never be, will I ever set these feelings free? This arrested state of bliss, of dreaming of our next kiss… and the pain of knowing that it may be a million years away. We’re so close yet always out of reach. I sit and dream of you, and wonder… will our dreams ever come true.

Awaiting The Day

Without hesitation I drop you a line
Hours later in time
I await your reply
thinking what will it be
and hoping for you to excite me

I’m thinking of you
and wish it were true
that you’ve been thinking of me, too

My pulsing, racing heart
awaits the day we’re sprawled out in the sheets
with salty, sweet dreams of our bodies
tangling and beating to the rhythms
flowing through the currents
between our curves

As time moves on
we beg the question
and pray how will it be
please, let it lift us to the sky


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

A Pause…

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It was all so close
Was it just a dream for us to walk along the Thames
Was it all in my head that we’d walk along the Seine
To breathe in the spring flower beds
To wrap ourselves in the warmth of our kisses

The breeze would flow through my hair
The sun would shine brightly in our eyes
The energy would flow rapidly between us
But we’d say nothing at all
For we’d know everything as we are one

With a chance at history brewing at our fingertips
I left love notes where to meet
Yet, a meeting that would never be
Two pairs of eyes that would never get to see
The chemistry ignited between these two bodies

It’s only a pause I remind myself
Leaving more time to create
For this love won’t rest on a shelf
This love will prove itself
Worthy of the wait

The Haunting

Is it better to have a love lost
Not knowing about the other side
To have a deep hole in your heart
To keep what was lost in the past
And always wonder ‘what if’

Or to have it come back,
Haunt you
And realize it was true
Always has been
And he’s thinking of you, too

With thousands of miles away
You both have commitments
There’s no future
Only the present moment
And the lingering love you still carry

The pain is great either way
My heart is aching and beating more
Than it has ever before


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

How We Begin [with audio]

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*spoken word*

We arrange to meet in that room,
The one with the two armchairs,
A bed, and a shower
We swap breathless monologues
Then we begin

The unbuttoning of my blouse,
Kisses going down my neck,
Hands upon my chest,
Our bodies speak in thrusts.
I’ve been waiting for a moment like this

Eyes locked tight, mouths open,
Fingers tracing every curve,
Feeling breathless and alive,
Unlocking the magic in every nerve

These are the moments we cling to
As we pull each other closer
There is no other truth:
We could ride this wave forever

Sweat dripping
Our bodies in overdrive
We move slow and then fast
We don’t want this moment to pass

We barely know each other at all
But we know enough;
Just what we like,
Where we want to be touched

Fingers moving up and down my spine
Legs lifting, searching
For what’s between the thighs
I feel your urgency
We’re ready for this surge of electricity

We linger in the afterglow
Our bodies red
Hands moving slow
Soaking in the emotion

This…
This is how we begin


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Whisper In My Ear [with audio]

*spoken word*

Your words whisper in my ear
Your voice does things to me
That haven’t been felt in years

My heart races
My insides quicken
I want to hear more

I listen when I’m alone
To be safe from disturbance
I listen while at work
In hopes that no one notices
The reaction your whisper creates
I listen before I sleep at night
You’re the last thing I want to hear

Blow by blow, your words hit deep
The aching and longing are no strangers to me
But nothing else does it justice
Not like they deserve
Nothing can explain
Or perfectly portray
These feelings the same way


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One