Dreaming of words

They find me in my sleep -

from under covers, beneath pillows.
The compassionate conjunctions of my intimate illusions;
surrealistic sensualities of amorous adjectives .
Building soft scented metaphors on cool rainy mornings
whereupon my only comfort is in the warmth
- of longing for you

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Deceit

As was my love -
Only as blind as I chose it to be;
Thus I would have to know from another
of the promises yonce made
- To me

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Intimacy

To close my eyes
is to know there is nothing else besides you,
for even in this dark I think of you
As these shadows have made me long for tenderness' touch.
Thus my hand caresses the silhouette of your thigh.
Shoulders paling ‘neath the moon – stardust woven into your hair,
that even as my lips lay voiceless against your skin
your cheek lies cool upon my pillow.
Then so your words tumble effortlessly into my ear
I consider the gentleness within your voice.
Or is it only that my heart trembles -
To be next to you

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Rapture

Does her beauty sleep alone
that her leaves have all fallen in the night
Whose trees shiver quietly within their new found nakedness
and yet not so immodest is the wind as it caresses
the starkness of limbs now bare

Clouds churn in the half light
rolling barrels of thick-black smoke spinning silently on the horizon
Oil upon water; delicately contorting the dawn
with the soft and wistful mutiny of their unspoken revolutions

The sun begrudgingly awakens
pride subdued by the currents of its reckless circumstance
Therefore not but a shadow of its self it clambers listlessly into the sky
treading the waters of its own light

And the streets scurry with ocher
umberings of motherless children chased along by the wind
The air tepid is yet sweet with their laughter
I am haunted by its inflection as her soul gathers in the twilight
- Of my shadow

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011

Ava

Brightened belle -

let down the sun in your hair
and dance with me in the moonlight
as we set sway to the laughter of falling leaves
and the lonesome jubilee of owl song
Then darken your eyes and kiss me but once
if only you to see the sparkle in mine
and be the stillness in my arms
‘til the morning
- comes

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Passion

As the sea longs for its shore
then so it is my heart which aches for you
May just as careless be my kiss;
for it will never be enough to only say
- “I love you”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Bittersweet

As I am caught
between a smile and a tear
How is comfort enough to know
you loved me once
When why is never enough to say
- “I love you still.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2007

Heartless

Good bye my heart –
As you were all I had to give
Was it not enough to need you more
That I leave you in the arms
- of the one I love

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008