Sleeping with a broken heart

Thus we lie in the ruins of pleasure -
As our intimacies lay scattered like shells along a shore.
Where only the memory of your touch remains - I should have known
that it was never about how much love I had in my heart
but about how much love your heart
- Could hold.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The enlightenment of death

Even as the mirror of mortality –
Is not merely the reflection of all things to come
but the revelation that all things
- Will pass.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Threshold

As is the capacity for pain –
Determined by our willingness to be hurt
Solely by the ones whom we - Love.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

After forever

As I have loved you before –
I many forms, in many ways, in many lives.
Thus as you lie quietly with me even at this world’s end
we have no fear, or sorrow, or longing regret
for I will only love you more
- Tomorrow.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Invisible sun

As I feel the warmth of your touch –

Fingers combing through my hair, caressing my face,
and the gentle heat of breath which slowly climbs my shoulder’s retreat
that my eyes flutter with the resurgence of well-being.
Yet I bask only in the arms of my memory
For you never could give me
- Your heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Frozen

Consumed by vacancy –
As my last breath, suspended before me;
dissipates slowly into the shadows that its sentiment is lost.
And yet I must fathom to catch but one more –
Praying that it is sooner than these lungs are filled with ice
if I am to show you once again
how much I love you
- Still.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Half truths

How pale is a lie –
When my lips are sweeter than words.
Laden with the confections of whispering conspiracy
my tongue pours promise into your ear
as I play upon your desire
- To hold me.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Implied consent

Your eyes spoke softly to me –
Love at your will; with the love you impart
loving me still as I break your
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Brushstokes

Lead me into temptation –
and let there be no boundaries to your whisper
as I caress the longing of my inhibition.
It is not enough to love you that I embrace this desire
for my heart is swollen with aspiration.
Might I not be able to hold you within my arms
then I shall hold you in my
- Dreams.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Regret

As I reflect on paths not taken -
I stand remiss of the words I have left unspoken.
It is not that my heart ached more, or that my heart ached less
but that my heart aches now as I never imagined
how much my heart truly ached
- For you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Sybilia

Such is the study in your eyes –
That I am caught between a dream and a desire.
Have I waited too long to embrace you
even though every moment I ever wanted was to be with you.
Yet as my heart trembles in want of your whisper
you have made it a better place - To be.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The catharsis of love

Have we been any less loving than kind -
When it was love we wanted, there was no love to give
and yet when there was love to give, it was not the love we wanted
that the love we receive is no more than
- The love we deserve.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Within Temptation

Thus I feel your eyes upon me -
Caressing me gently with the warmth of intent.
Yet even as you press the grape of my own desires inhibitions
I already drink from the beauty
- Of your cup.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009