Skin

So it s to paint porcelain –
With the long gentle brushstrokes
of the colors of my
- Kiss

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Harvest

Thus I gather the stores of sentimentality –

That such is the kindling of my heart.
Collected deep within its chambers are the remnants
of what were the moments of our intimacy.
May their memory keep me as warm and hopeful
throughout the long winter nights
when I will find myself
- Without.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Birds

As feathers fall around me –
I am left without the sanctuary of your arms.
Having fallen from the nest of grace
my heart has been broken as well as its wings.
Thus all I can do that I can no longer fly
is lie here and watch the world
- Turn.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Love over gold

As diamonds do rust –

Then so it is not silver I seek but soul,
thus I would not mine your heart for it’s gold.
That I have found that the tangibility of unconditionality
is being buried deep in the arms of mutuality
of what is the simplicity of sincerity
to be locked in your arms
- Hold.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Just a goddess

Such is the color of spring -
May that it be the emerald of your eyes.
A shimmering of hope beyond cloudless scope
‘tis my fortune in beautiful
- Disguise.

Thus is the soul of summer -
As your smile is the beacon your heart.
The beckoning reflection of love and affection
as its warmth fills my cups
- Rampart

As autumn falls in your hair -
Tresses of ocher and tendrils of umber
that your garden golden is a harvest beholden
as I lie in your leaves bed of
- Slumber.

Then soft is your winter song –
Unfurling gently from skies of porcelain.
Caressing and petite laying kisses ‘pon my cheek
that I am all a blush of tender despair
as to when I may hold you
- Again

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Insipid expectations

Such is a heart in waiting –

That what for is the gift of a promise if it is broken
Is time not precious enough that it is stolen,
yet the consensus lies in the conceit of your conjecture
that you anticipate I will hold my breath
waiting tto drown just for
- You

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Hope’s despair

Such is this weight of my heart -
That I an overwhelmed with this helplessness
for I cannot change fate nor determine the product of destiny;
Yet I rather you break the bonds of my mortality
than steal the innocence from a
- Child.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Submissive

Be my slave –
That I take possession of your heart.
Where as whatever the crimes of my passion be
I am only accountable for the affections
of which I have for
- You

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008