You’re so very kind and good to comment in this way. Frederick’s poetry was magnificent, so if this was but an echo of his work, then I can smile. And who could not help but want to look ahead to those days when we are masked and distant no more? Thank you very, very much.
Saltarello
Do you yearn
with ten kinds of desire,
as I hum with anticipation,
tuned to your deft caress, your strong embrace, your heat;
and do you need skin on bare skin, and
soft kisses before you
enter me?
You hold me
in perfect harmony;
the room hushed, our breathing the sweet notes;
your knowing fingers play me like an instrument,
lips touching shoulder blades, feet tangled,
and I thrill, awaitin
Of course I’ll want to know the contents of Meg’s latest tweet. More importantly, I’m waiting on more opportunities for Jake and Nic to spend time together becoming more comfortable with each other, not just having excellent sex. Something tells me Jake could be the kind of friend Nic needs.
Your adjectives made me smile. Perhaps these hit the right notes after all. I’m very grateful for your response. Thank you. And yes, there’s a little more on the way.
Courante
Could we hug,
and cuddle on the couch
while the radio plays good old tunes,
songs about summer and how love feels when you’re young
and so sure of everything you know
that you overlook what’s
obvious?
Lie with me,
kiss me till I'm breathless,
claim territory with fevered lips,
not knowing where your skin stops and my own begins,
let sweet contact's metamorphosis
transform our twin desires
into
There are indeed green shoots of hope springing up in this. Even though you recognized forever isn’t really what it seems, you’ve looked for the growth amid the brown curled leaves of loss.
I feel for Eric. Often asea on this unfamiliar ocean, he has no idea how to steer or avoid awkward lee shores. In this instance, the experiences of lostness, loneliness and exile could hardly have done anything other than toss his emotions and thoughts into an unhappy jumble.
What a birthday! CJ might annoy his dads by sticking to his guns over Northman, but there’s a good chance things will work out and further bite Northman in his poltroonish posterior.
@Aditus Yes, the blankets are ready to be thrown and the dance to be celebrated. But the snow blanket outside my window looks heavy, too. Thanks again for reading, and for your thoughts.
You're really kind to say that, though I have to wonder if there's really a textbook editor that would feel comfortable including this particular Skyscraper. There's a banquet in these seven lines. Thank you very much for your comments and thoughts.