The prizewinner

My heart has it own mind
It is not a man-made gadget
And it does not have a remote control
That can be set to one channel
To binge watch the same program
Called My Only One

Though I watch My Only One
With suspense, intrigue and hope
He… he showed me the news channel
Marking me with his frank reckoning
And she switched to x-rated viewing
Of love in artful exposition

My heart is a prizewinning mystery
It is not a man-made gadget
And it does not have a remote control
It chooses its own adventure
And with each story a new craving
To gratify my questing soul

Sweet sounds of sleep

As you snuffle, snort and snore
I listen in heartfelt awe
Sweet sounds of sleep never fail
Next to you, my nightingale

Proposal

You and I could start a family
Bikes and canine menagerie
I the happy horse trading wife
You the one true love of my life

Just one wish

I have just one wish
My dearest starfish
To nest in your heart
And never be apart

Andrea of the sea

Appearing in a sparkle she stood upon the shore
Nymph-like and naughty, supernatural allure
Dazzling blue eyes and hair the lustre of sand
Raptures overwhelm me as she takes me by the hand
Euphoric in her light and elated she chose me
Ample and rare is Andrea of the Sea

for Andrea

Love is…

breathing in
grasping sanity
dreaming at night
of what cannot be

holding on
missing your smile
knowing she’s with you
waiting all the while

saying goodbye
letting you live
denying the urge
of everything to give

Rembrandt my muse

My eyes rest on yours, looking away
I linger to sketch shape and variety
Colour and chemistry chronicle my need
Fixed with frankincense and linseed
Your curves and planes, a perfect portrait
An effigy of longing, cast on my heart