I couldn't sleep one night and,
hoping you'd be awake,
poked, and waited,
then found your photograph,
you'll know which one,
and, yearning for you,
traced its soft lines
with the finger of the mouse.
Traced your softly rounded breasts,
their pointed nipples.
Traced your torso beneath that succulence,
and then followed the gentle swell of your belly
to where I paused
and pondered on, wondered at,
what we have,
you and I.
What we have that some believe is everything.
That others, laughing, say is not.
As an ordinary man, I
had never much considered this.
But now, knowing you
and feeling less ordinary,
it seems to me that this,
this ordinary happening,
has given to me most,
perhaps all,
of that which I always assumed might come
with money and achievement
and would complete me.
Pleasure, joy and laughter.
Lust and passion and pain
that ‘hurts so good'.
But, also, offering and taking,
fulfilling, failing, forgiving.
Sharing and caring, and baring
all that we really are.
Loving.
It is so refreshing to have a man be honest and open about all this! From a woman's point of view, it is heart warming and I am glad this is how you express yourself and allow us to share! Another enjoyable piece! Thanks!
This is the first of your work that I have read, evocative and 'open' I enjoyed it.
Red, Again.... BEAUTIFuL. I do get a little embarressed reading some of your work and it makes me laugh and smile for minutes on end. Please keep doing exactly what you are doing. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ordinary man? Hardly! Your work is beautiful, endearing and unique. You have blessed so many by sharing your art. Thanks Red x