Saturday, February 7, 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

Friday, February 6, 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

Thursday, February 5, 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

Wednesday, February 4, 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

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Été



W
armth 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

Monday, February 2, 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

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The anatomy of love



T
he 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