Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: lovers

  • Gravity Between Us

    I’m in loveI’m aliveI feel connected to the stars in the skyDeep in my soul, heart poundingWeak in the kneesEvery time you kiss meLips gravitating towards each other’sLingering and breathing inEvery touch to the skinMelting, stimulatingA high that peaks over and over again

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  • I Loved You Quietly

    Like a soft breeze,barely there but seenin the tender dance of tall trees,swaying gently.We never got caught upin the terribly fierce winds—preoccupied with the factthat my body was soaking wetfrom the previous storm.We were sitting, waitingfor the wave of rain to pass.And I was still standing.We were both standing,watching the sway of the trees.

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  • An Ode to Lost Possibilities

    Never will it be us on a distant island,sprawled out across the white sands,thirsty for the hand’s eager reach,while waves crash against the salty beach.Never will it be us sipping drinks in a dive bar,stealing glances, linked arm in arm,swapping kisses in the soft moonlight,staying up all hours of the night.Never will we be lovers…

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  • Remember When

    I want to remember you like this.I want to remember us like this.In the years ahead, when you’ll be across the roomand I’ll barely rise from the bed,I want to remember what it felt likewhen we were giddy in love.I want to remember the feeling of our hearts—with every chance we’d get—to smile and get…

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  • nous avons tout le temps

    This poem has been revisited often in the past few months. The original poem can be found here: Nous Avons Tout Le Temps Pour Nous. This final version below can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.

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  • Pink Moon Rising

    overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day blowing in the direction of the cool breeze. I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes. the pink moon rises over the north sea and it hits me- this spot, this arresting moment is what I’ve been waiting…

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  • Tuesday Morning

    Between these luscious thighs, the back of a lover’s head is held firmly in place while riding undulating waves originating from his face. Without effort, much to my surprise the recalling of poetic words from another voicestill sends me to the highest point of ecstasy, wishing it was your body, your hands holding me closeBut…

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  • Tangled Tenderness

    HE BRUSHES MY HAIR AND I BEGIN TO CRYbecause it’s like what you see in the movies:magnetic couples solidified over time,still in their prime of nurturing each other,still needing one another,still wanting to be there after the kids have gone,still holding on for the rest of the ride. In his simple act I am truly…

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  • Portrait of Disappointment

    Many thanks to the editors of Mid-Atlantic Review for publishing my poem, Portrait of Disappointment, as one of their featured poems. You can now listen to my reading of the poem below. after Joni Mitchell* after years of hoping things would change giving in to “well, that’s the way it is,” look me in the eyes…

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  • Give Me Back My Time

    Once upon a time all I had was time, all we had was time, time to wait for our time, It was declared that our time will come. Perhaps in a few years, then suddenly it was here.All the time before became a distant memory. All we had in front of us was our time.…

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