Friday, March 28, 2008


weet silken grace

Make a bed upon my tongue

as my palate is your passion’s pillow

Melting intimately within the warmth of my mouth

as I savor the virtues of your ivory innocence

Knowing if only to have loved you once

was not to have loved you
- in vain

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Monday, March 10, 2008


Lay on my pillow
the weight of your whisper
Stay with me now
that I nay hold you still
The soft delicate commerce
of love well spent
As I slip into dreams
- of you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2004

Monday, March 3, 2008


As the night was beyond reproach -
Yet I awaken not with you in my arms but scented on my skin.
Might that we have loved with fullness in our hearts
were they shaped by destiny or merely the victims of our fate?
Therefore how am I to love you now,
when I am left to succumb to this misfortune
- Of passion.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008