Sonnet 94 - Communion

I cannot seem to stop thinking of you.
It’s not the rolling, the writhing, the screams:
for hot monkey love, any wench will do.
Making love with you is the stuff of dreams,

a dance of immense and intimate joy.
It is sacred - the only communion
that any man is likely to truly
understand.  This is no simple union

of two bodies.  Our spirits reach across
time and miles, each seeking for the other
with fierce urgency and deep tenderness
in the instant we are not together.

I’m a simple man of one mind, of one
thought. Separate us and I am undone.

Sonnet 93 – Banked

Place your hand upon my chest and feel the
heart that pulsed and prayed for you. Though it beats
now no less strong, it does so more for me,
sustaining passion banked for future needs,

against the coming days of loneliness.
Look into my eyes and you will still find
there my love for you, though it’s burning now
less urgently and grows more cool than kind.

In you I found sweet springtime in the heart
of autumn. Now, with true spring approaching,
I find my leaves have turned. We live apart
and I have grown cold, anticipating

my personal winter. Not even one
day passes when I do not seek the sun.

Sonnet 92 – Mourning Love

You slide in behind me, breasts to back, then
drape your arm over my side and glide your
hand across my chest, remembering when
there used to be more brown hair than gray here.

Rising on one elbow, you lean down to
buss my temple, trail your lips along my
neck then whisper “Good Morning, Love” while you
roll me to my back and kiss me. Your eye

reflects first sunlight and my first smile and
you begin to move against me. Astride me
now, you seek my worship. You understand
my need for you and my need to be free.

I long to spend my life simply loving
you – touching, trusting, denying mourning.

Sonnet 91 - Shadows

The same full moon shone for both of us, cast
shadows against the darkness tonight. We
both looked on her and wondered, as clouds passed
across her face, how our lives could possibly

be more cruel and complicated. How could
two souls born for epic find themselves bound
to daily obligations when they should
be free to dance together? When I found

you, I was certain I’d learned the answer
to every sorrow, that I would not feel
loneliness again. How will I ever
find my faith now that wounded hearts will heal?

I know only that I love you, that this
day should have ended with you, with your kiss.

Sonnet 90 – Valentine’s Day

You deserve roses every day.  There
are times that I forget, though, and days when
no flower would be enough.  You’re a rare
woman, a creature of such uncommon

grace and beauty that there’s no measure
for your worth.  That you would find in me some
small portion of joy gives me pleasure
and fills me with wonder.  I should welcome

any morsel of your affection, yet
I desire all your love and pray you trust
your soul to my care.  My deepest regret
is that I did not find you, love you first.

You deserve roses, but I can only
promise my love and my fidelity.