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

Implicit

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

Soliloquy for a Nightingale

Fly away my fair evening grace, forsaken ‘gain forth of light,
by thy soul of thy song I swear I twas swain
nay now I hear thee not for thy love hast taken flight.
Yester- eve thou did sit ‘pon hearts purchase caressing mine ear with content,
yet twas it merely for the night as came the break of daylight
and my soul twas left to lament – fly, fly away my fair evening grace,
yet leave me not to the revelry of the lark,
I wilst forsake his happy tune for I wait on the moon
when thou returnest ‘gain with mine
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009