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Sonnet 109 – Babying You

You came home early today.  When I met
you at the front door, it was evident
that you were feeling poorly.  So I let
the cat escape into the yard, hell-bent

as he was on flight.  I took your coat, led
you to the sofa, then made you sit while
I eased shoes from tired feet.  When I said
I’d be your pillow, you let slip a smile

and laid your head upon my lap.  Rubbing
your neck and shoulders, I whispered peace and
rest and love to soothe you.  You were sleeping
deeply within moments.  I can’t pretend

that I’d trade places with any man.  The
cat paws at the pane while you dream of me.

Sonnet 108 – First Shower

Your hair is washed and clean now, so I fill
my palms with soft soap and rub the liquid
into neck and shoulders and back until
you start to sway and moan.  Feeling wicked,

I wash you with my arms and chest and reach
around to lather your breasts and belly.
Working with purpose – before you can catch
my hands – I trail lips and tongue along the

landscape of you, following the water
which flows along your limbs.  I kneel down and
I turn you to face me as you rest your
thigh on my shoulder.  Writhing hips demand

my attention.  You grip the shower stem
while I kiss and nibble, making you scream.

Sonnet 107 – Unthinkable

You wanted to make yourself beautiful
for me, though no one else could know what
your desires were.  It was unthinkable
to me that you could shine more brightly, that

you could not see what a wonder you were.
I recall, though, that I dropped my coat when
I first saw you there and I remember
thinking I’d never question you again.

I spent the evening lost in you – I tried
to seem casual even as I fought
the desire to hold you.  I can not hide
my passion for you, though I know I ought

to.  I want to spend a long life in love
with you and I want others to approve.

Sonnet 106 – Wake Me With Kisses

Wake me with kisses, Love.  The time for rest
has passed and we shouldn’t waste these bright hours
on sleep.  Lean in to me, let one white breast
weigh upon my heart as promised pleasures

stir me.  Let one hand trail along my arm
as you begin to whisper love to me.
Use your lips and tongue to move me, let warm
words rouse me, make me eager and hungry

to please you.  Hold me with your eyes, as well
as with your arms – let me lose myself to
the fire that only I have found there. Tell
me that you want me, that no part of you

is closed to me, that we two should be one.
I never want to wake alone again.

Sonnet 105 – My Dream

I’m listening to David Sanborn while
he plays “The Dream” and I long to hold you,
to let our noses nuzzle as you smile
just for me.  When first I touched you, I knew

that I would want to spend a long life in
love with you.  I’ve seen us lying in a
hammock while summer breezes slowly spin
the wind chimes hanging on the porch.  No day

could be considered fair that does not end
with you lying by me, your eyes alight
with the joy you find in us.  I would send
you off to dreams dreaming of me.  As night

enfolds you and sleep takes you, I would kiss
you gently, thankful all days end like this.

Sonnet 104 – Baser Spirit

I can’t afford Chateau Lafitte, though there
was a time I could.  When I was younger,
I drank the finest vintages, whether
it was wise or foolish to surrender

precious hours and dollars so.  Yet the chance
to taste a vine that only wealthy men
could savor, to imagine that romance
as the Rothschilds had known it could begin

to seep into the sap of a man born and
bred much more humbly, gave vicarious
pleasure.  These days, I drink nothing so grand.
And if it’s a baser spirit that moves

me, it’s a spirit that earnestly yearns
to find a beauty that soothes as it burns.

Sonnet 103 – Small Things

I love to feel how your fingers twine in
my hair while you lean over me and tell
me that we belong.  I cannot begin
to tell you how you move me or how well

you fit every nook of me.  It is
in the small things that our larger truths are
revealed to us.  It’s in the way you kiss
me when no one is looking, as though there

might be someone to disapprove of two
souls so truly met.  It’s in the way we
yearn for each other every hour you
are apart from me.  Sunset – promise me

that you’ll see this small man become greater
by your love, that his love brings you pleasure.

Sonnet 102 – I Can Let You Go

I can let you go now. If you ever
needed me, the need has passed. We are two
creatures who walked for a time together.
Passion needs tending. You’d forgotten who

you were but never lost the habit of
need. I took you unaware. I’m a man
who could move you, could remind you that love
can be more than routine. There is no plan

that guides us to our destiny. It is
chance that shows us a moment and choice that
binds us to another. All our wishes
fall before will, are realized by it.

I wish you to be where you find joy, where
you feel home. I only wish it were here.

Sonnet 101 – Not Malice, But Mischief

You are maddening and not always in
the best of ways. You have a quick wit and
a wicked streak. Sometimes the impish grin
that comes with your delight will leave a man

left standing less than steady. It’s a bit
disorienting to feel the barb then
see that lovely face, to realize it
is not malice but mischief. Then again,

I’ve come to love that part of you. I’m far
less fleet than you, so my best defense is
to roll with it, to know the heart, the care
for me that lies behind the taunt. One kiss

is all it takes to heal me, Love. So tease
me, then please me with your kinder mercies.

Sonnet 100 – Out of Town

We’ll be out of town this weekend, away
from home and in-laws and children.  So much
of who we are is bound in them, that we
need to seek ourselves again.  The first touch

will be a revelation, another
finding for two so often lost and found.
Hotel beds are for lovers - the mother
of my children will not lie there.  The sound

I seek would never come from mommy’s voice.
When I look into my lover’s eyes, I
will see you - my one, true love; first choice
for any lifetime.  When, at last, we cry

out for joy, when exhaustion begins to
take its toll, I will hold you, treasure you.

Sonnet 99 – Combrogi

We were combrogi – companions, brothers,
equals – and we held the light against the
night’s fall.  We didn’t seek battle – others
chose conflict for us and we were simply

there, equipped to lead the cause. So we fought.
We fought for a generation consigned
to fear, to strife, to lack of hope.  We brought
knowledge bought with struggle – our scars remind

us all that no paper pedigree earns
a man respect.  It is the challenge, each
day met with love and dignity, which burns
us, brands us, calls us out and bids us reach

in faith to see the forsaken made more.
We were combrogi – companions endure.

For my brothers and sisters in arms…jwb

Sonnet 98 – I Miss You

I miss you terribly. Today was a
particularly lonely day. We see
each other so little now that each day
crawls cruelly from sunrise to sleep. The

time we do manage to share is distant –
phone calls and emails are no substitute
for seeing you and holding you. I want
to support you fully and to refute

the notion that this is all about me.
I’ll confess it’s difficult, though. I’m so
much less without you – I’m never truly
happy when we’re apart. I cannot show

this face to others but you should never
doubt you're my best friend, my love, my lover.