Insomnia

Make my bed with madness –
Let the silence come calling as the shadows begin crawling
for I have pulled my ignorance neatly up to my chin.
My eyes wide shut I listen to the tic-tock of mortality’s clock
yet to sake sanity not to sleep is not to awaken
to the loneliness of another
- Tomorrow.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Tumbleweed

That you swept into my life –

Upon the whim of fates wind that you cling to my heart
even now that I could not ever want to let you go.
Speaking thus softly of life and its laughter and of love and its loss
for never do we realize who truly holds our heart
- Until they are already gone.

Thus I nurture our destiny –
As it is fates own calm that stays your heart next to mine
that you lie here with me in these gilded fields.
Could we always have these endless days with their cloudless skies
spanning horizons of quietude as to lay with you
- Is to be closer to Heaven.

Yet fate is a fickle wind –
May come a day it would blow your spirit free of my will
even as my heart knows no boundary of distance.
Our rendezvous all too brief and yet how grand it was to feel wanted
if only for one fleeting moment within your arms
when our winds had gone
- Still.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2004

Sexual healing

The properties
of your caress – That I am necessitated by the soft brush of your lips
revitalized by the warmth of your nakedness.
Thus rejuvenated by the impassioned pheromones of your flesh
the stature of my carnality has reawakened between the consummate velvet crush of your thighs
that rigidly reincarnated I come - Alive

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Walk in the clouds

When it is my heart overflows –
With the buoyancy and beingness of in love
that I stroll upon the shoulders
- Of giants.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Fools in love

What then is a fool –
As only a fool can be to be in love
could you be a fool for me?
Am I a fool for you or is my heart simply true
might more foolish it to be
not to have followed a heart which
has lead my love to
- You

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The comfort ability of silence

How often can one say "I love you" -
Pending once befalls too many then twice is not enough
or is it rather that we share a common quietude
where the knowledge of love is the awareness of affection
that the resonance of our sincerity is the purity
of two souls having become
- One.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Watermark

What is the measure –
Of inspiration you have left upon me.
This gentle wave caressing the bareness of my feet
or is it the tide of affection which rolls in up to my knees.
More over it is the impassioned ocean of your love
which has swept deeply into the hidden coves of my heart
as all I want is to drown in the treasure
and warmth of its careless
- Embrace.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Perfect strangers

What was our love acquaint -

But proverbial ships which passed in the night
as brushing bows we whispered softly into the other’s sails.
Without commitment to amour nor anchor
that no words needed spoken except a sincerity of knowing
of what has past was once present awaiting we
meet again on the fated seas
- Of our souls.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Shattered

The devastation of heart –
Are of the things that will never be.
May we have reached heights above and beyond
the infinite altitudes of succinct love.
Still you were locked within the intimidations of loss
as well bound by your fear of falling
that you will never know the pinnacle of passion
until you free your soul from your
- Self

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Splash

Oft I reminisce ‘bout my very first kiss
that it beleaguers me to this day
Whatta beaut she was of a tale tall some saids
‘cause she were the one that got
- Away

On a summer day might been it of May
I was but a tad of tan with pole.
That school I ditched or chores were I skipped
barefoot down to the ol’ fishin’
- Hole

It weren’t bout no catch nor the caught
jess simply the solitude of wait.
Yet as I lay on the bank my tadpole heart sank
sufferin’ sassafras I had forgot
- Bait.

Not a worm dug or grasshopper or grub
nor a crumb nor gum nor cake.
Thinking it was fine to put my heart on the line
that I cast my one wish into the
- Lake.

Then laid in the grass dreaming of bass
catfish and dogfish and perch.
My dreaming awakened as the bait is takened
pole leaping from hands with a
- Jerk.

Prospects brighter as to land this fighter
be I a hero but to my surprise.
The line goes slack and as I fall flat on my back
jumps up a mermaid of emerald
- Eyes

Of one never have I seen of eyes so green
a beauty of red hair to her hips
Was I so endeared as she grabbed me by the ears
and kissed me square on the
- Lips.

With a wink jumped back into the drink
disappearing beneath her wake
as I was left holding my pole by the fishin’ hole
heartbroken she’d stolen my
- Bait.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Young lust

Of pyromania and pigtails –
As the age of innocence was also the age of infatuation.
Thus the infidelity of ones adolescence would be to
make goo goo eyes at the girl from the other side of the tracks.
With little regard to the ambiguous commitments of spinning a bottle
consequently hell hath no fury like a 5th grader scorned.
Thus ones first kiss may well be his last
as his career lies in singing
- Soprano.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Broken

The state of my non-beingness –
As I lie alone on these cold and wretched sheets.
With not a remnant of warmth nor a residue of your scent
only the empty promises remain of how you
- Love me.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Sweet nothing

Where there were arms -
I did know whose warmth of touch was my repose.
and the evenings chill did fuel our flame
as we listened to the trees whispering our names
Shoulders paled by the moonless nights
That her hair was woven with the stars of its light
Where the storms in our eyes did reside
yet love’s lightening did slip
– From our skies

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Star

As she said -

“I never did want for the stars.”
and yet it is that never did I aspire to be one.
For if ever I were it was because I fell
- For you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Love anxiety

Restless my heart -
Anxious with an affectionate obsession
I am infatuate by loves possession.
A fever tendered by my passion's surrender
to the adore I have of your
- Splendor.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The fear of falling

Such are the heights of amour –
Might we fear to step from that limb of infatuation
it is merely the same apprehension which beckons love itself.
Thus not to test the wings of our hearts even broken
is never to know might we could
- Fly

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The voyeur

Touch yourself for me –
As I cradle your head gently within my lap
my fingers encouragingly combing the length of your hair
as I whisper sweet corruption unto your ear.
Let your hips rise up to greet the temptations of your caress,
breasts full and illumined softly by the moon
their areola tightening with excitement as your nipples purl.
Hardening as like rosebuds before the bloom.
I run my hands slowly over your glistening flesh that I long
to feel the heat building ‘neath porcelain skin.
Thus as your body trembles towards the pinnacle of climax
I yearn to suckle the sweetness of your nectar
and taste the honey of your sensuality from your fingertips.
Tossing your head back in the heat of passion
I tenderly catch the fall of your libido within my arms hold.
The breaths of ravishment rapid that I inhale
the very essence of your body with the soft brush of my lips
as I look deeply through the windows of soul
I see the pure beauty of your heart
- Unleashed.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Thundering hearts

The clash of carnality –
As we are embraced within a tempest of passion.
Set sail on the sea of storming sensuality
my ebb gripped by the flow of your tide we crash
in orgasmic waves on uninhibited shores
as the lightening strikes
- Twice

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Spellbound

To be enchanted –

By the inflection of your charms
as the intimacy behind your unwavering gaze
has captivated the sanctity of my soul
as my hearts command is forever
- Yours

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The kiss of a thorn

As I endeared –
To pluck the heart of a thistle
might that it blossom in the palm of my hand.
Yet may I have tried to hold on too tightly
that my own heart was punctured by endeavor.
Still its love remains deserved
as its thorn was of a
- Rose

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Immunity

Even to harden a heart –
Be there still a crack in every stone.
That for which another’s love may shine through.
There by given time and tenderness
the rose shall bloom red
- Again

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Needful things

Such is my hearts require –
That you would accept it as being true.
Not for reasons of expectation nor to sate anticipation
but for your affirmation that I may not
always be of this time to say
- “I love you.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Emotional

What are the tears of a poet –
That he would break his heart just for you.
Would you speak of him as irrational or sensitive
or purely a fool that his heart
- Is true.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Inhibitions

As it hurts more -
That you would not believe that I love you
rather than for you to not return the love of which
- I believe in you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Whispers

To drip honey in your ear –
May it inspire a convection of sweet surrender
as nourishing the longing of my desire
I appeal to the same delicacy of your own enticing
- Temptations

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Été

Warmth is of your arms hold –
The whisper of your voice, the look in your eyes,
the cloudless days of calming affinity.
That I lay down with you in your meadows of green
as we share a companionship
- Of heaven.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Uninhibited

Compromise me –
In a position of impassionated plunder
as you finesse fully strip away the fibers of my morality.
Unraveling the very knowledge of my carnality
ravishing me wantonly while making your bed submissively
supple with the nakedness of our flesh
- Thus unbridled.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The indefinable charm of weakness

Then so is vulnerability –
That even as I long for the strengths of passion
it is the magnetism of helplessness which tugs upon my heart
where by I am drawn to the sensitivity of yours
that I cannot but want to
- Hold you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The anatomy of love

The physicality of my intimacy –
Has never been the necessity of my desire
nor the embodiment of my passion.
Might I wish to hold you, even caress you
all I truly crave is simply to touch
- Your heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009