Simplicity of love ... Musing ... Thoughts series ...

Holding hands has become a instant reflex,

Talking quietly among ourselves, when we should be sleeping,

Body bumping at any given moment,

Smiling at each other for no apparent reason,

Sharing popcorn at the movies,

Hogging popcorn at home,

Cuddle while looking out the back window, while watching a Red Cardinal fly from tree to tree, as a deer feed on my grass, my trees, my weeds, my flowers, my vegetables!

Flash kissing a cheek, a neck, a ear, hmm let's not go there, 

Strum a finger through ones hair,

A cold foot under the covers, waking you up after it zeros in on the warmth of your back side, 

Slapping ones hand, when they are reaching for something that's sweet, other then you,

Pulling our body into each other while visiting at someone home,

because it's a habit of having our bodies at fingertip reach,

The words "I'm gone", "I'm home"

Watching girly movies on TV, just so you are sharing the same space at the same time, 

A breath taken bear hug out of the blue,

Sometimes love, is just that simple....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Home alone.... Musing ... (Thoughts series) .......

House empty and quiet like I like it,

Peace of mind,

Do as I please

Same old movies are on the TV,

Same old songs playing on the radio,

My eyes drift out the window glancing where the car would be,

Finding a empty space,

My mind wonders where the heck is she now,

She said she would be right back

Breakfast is eaten,

Lunch is inside me,

Dinner is on my mind

Dishes are done,

Kitchen floor is swept,

Carpet is vacuumed,

Even took out the garbage before it was full

I now sit in front of the computer screen, 

Trying to be busy, but my mind dwells on the emptiness of home alone,

And how it's starting to become a bore

Phone rings,

No, she's not home,

Phone rings again,

No, she's not home again,

Phone rings once again,

Temper has flared, refuse to answer the damn thing

I move from my den and sit down in the living room.

One eye is on the TV, 

While the other is looking out the front door watching for anything that moves,

My hearing tunes out the sounds of the TV, and tune in for sounds of the car driving up the driveway,

I slump in the chair, wondering why do I belief her when she say , I'll be right back, 

When I know that right back means tomorrow,

I stayed home because I thought I wanted some time alone,

But, the next time, I will ask my heart first ....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Seasons changes (But not love) .. Thoughts series ....

Seasons changes,

Making the old give way to the new,

What once was vivid green in color, is now covered with the color white,

What was once steamy hot, is now freezing cold,

The sidewalk you swept with a broom, you now plow it with a shovel, 

Then seasons changes again,

And what was ice, now turns into water,

What was a cocoon hiding in a sheltered corner,

Is now a yellow butterfly, soaring in the calm of warm winds,

But just like the hue of blue in God's sky,

The love between us, 

Will always feel like new .....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Good night-Sleep tight .... Repetitive poem ....

(In second voice)

My mind,

My body,

My soul,

Has falling asleep,

Cradled in the strength of an affectionate hug,

Lying in your body warmth,

Safe

Secured

Shielded from life harms,

While being surrounded by the spirit of your love

1Manview © 1999 – 2014