The last Amen

As I would
relinquish my hope –
Albeit not a state of mind but a state of being
that this disregard for my dream is no less of my hope
but simply that I have abandoned myself unto
- Acceptance.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Euthanasia

Veins black and bruised –
She tightens the noose around her bicep.
Skin like paper her heart pounds with anticipation
and yet she flinches like a virgin at the needles initial penetration
watching the syringe intimately milk blood into its vacuum.
Clouds of crimson carousel and swirl within its sterile environment
as her eyes flutter with the recklessness of abandon.
Lips quiver in seconds thought yet she is
- Flushed with the passion.

She smiles in sensuality –
As if a lover were caressing her flesh.
She shivers discreetly beneath his numbing touch
and gives herself completely to the seductive sensation of her soul.
She imagines his eyes dark, his hair brushing her face.
His kisses are long, deep and tender, cradling her deep in his arms.
Hold me she speaks to the encroaching darkness
Kiss me now as if it were the last time.
- And mortality trembles.

Yielding to sweet malice -
Muscles relax under the venomous spell
as warm release courses fervently through her veins.
She feels the toxic fingers course compassionately through her hair.
Her throat gripped by the remorseless of her asphyxiation
and life silently passes before her eyes as their light begins to fade.
Yet it is not that she cheated her essence with regret.
Her suffering ended with the knowing
- That she cheated death.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Hypothermia

Hold me now -
And let the wind caress my window
as it sweeps it’s cold through the will of my wall.
Thus awakening to the sound of darkness,
breaths suspended before me, the ghosts of memory made ethereal
that the chill of regret runs frigid through out my veins.
Has time stolen the colors from my sight that life is not but illusion
has love unrequitable only been delusion
that I lie in the silence of breathless confusion
fearing sleep will hasten livings
- Conclusion.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Blind faith

And I close my eyes –
Then so the words will always find me
lost upon the pathway of your heart as I have opened mine to yours.
They are not always pretty, sometimes they are painful
and yet as my darkness achieves its conscious I am enlightened that
my words shall always find their way
- Back to your heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Less than lonely

Are there no more “good mornings”
Then even less that we never say “good night”
Has the price of love simply been at the cost of friendship
or has the time finally come to say
- “Good bye.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Harmony

The melody of two souls –
Whom have found they are the missing peace
Of each others hearts as they become
- One song.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Abandon

As lost is my soul -

Deep within the pools of your eyes
may that my kiss be as soft as this cheek I caress.
For your mouth is warm and wet and sweet
much like a summer's peach fallen from it's tree.
Thus won’t you fall with me now
‘neath the shadowed
- Sun.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Purgatory

As my soul is bartered –

By sin, salvation and the Big Sleep.
Is my heart so irrelevant, has my love been so unfounded
that even after all these years my affections remain unrequited.
Thus what now is the worth of living
- If living is without you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Printemps

As is the promise in your kiss –
That I am drawn to the renaissance of your arms
Embrace me gently with the warmth of your whimsical days
and kiss me tenderly with your rejuvenating rain
then so that our love long dormant is now awakened
thus it was ever only a blossom
- Away.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Bedfellows

I wish you were my pillow -

Where I could fluff you up, lay my head and dream.
Not like my old feather pillow, zippered in its quilted sheath.
Worn and torn, feathers spilling all over my bed.
- It makes my nose itch.

Nor the frumpy foam pillow -
I bought at Walmart with its placidly plaid case
But it matched the sheets on sale that matched the comforter
that my great aunt bought for me for Christmas.
- On sale at Walmart.

Or like this full body pillow -
All lushly long and seductively slender and lean.
It's a little too long and a little too slender and a little too lean.
and there is certainly no body. In this pillow
-There to hold on to

I wish you were my pillow -
Where I could fluff you up, lay my head and dream.
You don’t leak feathers in bed, you don’t wear plaid pajamas
But even if you did it’s mostly because you
- Don’t need fluffing.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Breathless

To respire without you –

That you have left my heart pounding
with longing’s compression,
my lungs starved for the very kiss of your breath
for everything you are is all that
- I breathe.

Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Forgotten

Would you lie awake -
Only because you dread the dawn,
as there are times when silence is not so golden
and our worlds cannot be small enough.
So it is when nobody knows
- You’re lonely.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Castles

If that I could then so I might; build you a tower of sand and height

A simple abode gradient of gold; where to spend all our days and ne’er grow old
I would draw you a bridge of seashell on hinge; to welcome you home wherever you beens
There to sit with the sun as it sinks in the sea; and listen to oceans song sing could we
Won’t you sail away softly away with me, or was your kiss just a wish of hearts meant to be
Fragile are dreams would that it seems, when wishing ‘pon stars
- That fall into the sea.

Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Radiant

Beautiful is her smile -
As she glows with the embers of her amour
thus I stir gently her gilded flame
might that I lay down within the warmth
- Of her arms

Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Seven days of lonely

I am inspired -
By endless days and sleepless nights
and yet it is not my heart only which aches silently
as I an abandoned unto hopelessness
- But my soul.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Elysium

To know your arms only -
For as I stand upon the brink of eternity
your whisper lays soft in my ear.
Thus my faith in you is that you believe in me
so shall I find you on the far side
- Of forever.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Nubile

What is a flower -
Yet plucked that it awaits to blossom
but a fusion of virtue and unscrupulous anticipation
whose heart begets the corruption of
- My own.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

More than words

As I adore you –
Thus released is the passion of my heart
such that the words would drip like honey from my lips
and yet they will never be enough to say
- “I love you.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Completely

As once I held you –
Your face warmed by the setting sun
so that it brought out the evening in your eyes.
Wind gently blowing your hair as you laid your head on my arm
and closing my eyes I felt your warmth in their hold.
Leaves still whisper your name as I am chilled by the melancholy
of the trees swaying with shadows of memory
that I surrender to the solitude
- Of owl song.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

After the rain

When once tears did fall –
That you were embraced by the joy of intimacy.
Yet this deluge which befalls me now
is not for the want I have to be holding you still
but that I never held you
- Enough.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Horizons

Thus approaches the quiet storm –
As we let the sun set silently behind us I hold you.
Your hair caresses my face gently with the tempests unspoken advance
that the air is filled with the scent of your soul and the sea.
Tacit waves harbinger a calm that rolls in kissing your feet as serenely
that settling into my arms we look across an ocean
reckless with what was our heart’s
- Ambiguity.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Joy sheds a tear

As I am with or without you –
To be held warmly within the splendor of your arms.
Or to be left longing in the beauty of my
- Sadness.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Heat

The prowess of her passion –
Hence her breath is warm with the fever that she
stokes a bonfire amid my loins until my own fiery aspirations
have become wantonly engorged and inflamed
with the inextinguishable expectations of her torrent desires.
Purring pyromania playfully into the encourage able furnace of my ear
as she marks her territory deeply down the length of my back.
Branded by the impassioned rake of her nails
my inhibitions are spurred into their own insatiable inferno
that I fervently endeavor to quench the ravenous
thirst of her flame with
- Gasoline.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Surrealistic pillows

Could I not see her face –
Yet her backside was soft and translucent
as despite the chill in the air her cover lay nestled at her hip.
My eyes followed the curve of her body her skin a milky white luminescence
her shoulders bare that the nape of her neck was irresistibly inviting.
Drawn to her illumination if simply to place the warmth of a kiss upon her nakedness
I wanted to wrap her with the heat of my own and hold her through the night. Yet as my lips pressed softly against the coolness of her skin
she to me eyes glistening that it was you and I awoke.
Is there so much love in my hearts realm
- That never gets a chance.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Dreaming of lucidity

The evanescence of sleep –
That the clarity of ones own conscious
is hidden subtly behind their incognizant reflections
in the cognizant mirrors of unconsciousness.
Thus the tangibility of our awakening’s insightfulness
is reflective of the truth that lies within
the ethereal wishes of the
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

My Babylon

The divinity of decadence – Corrupt me with the heat of your careless whispers
as I explore the continent of jeweled flesh.
Lead me unto temptation and adorn me with ravishment
as I conquer your desires and quench my thirst
by savoring the sexuality of your - Wine.

©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

Chasing the day

Even as the warmth lingers – I cannot hold on to the moment long enough.
That I have endeared to follow the beacon of your heart
upon the pathway of our thorns and through the valley of our souls that it has lead me to the edge of the sea of our dreams,
where I watch helplessly as you sink silently
from the hope of my heart’s
- Sky.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009