I lie there...
waiting for the
lights in my
head to go out.
Waiting.
Imagining.
You there...
crawling upwards
toward me...
You...pulling the
covers back from
me....you...
finding what is
...yours.
Am I dreaming?
Are you real?
I open my eyes
and no one
is there.
But I feel
your presence
in my very
soul.
And I know...
that you
ARE
real...

Oh, how you weave your
magic
with me,
making me tremble
and shake,
'til I can not
think straight.

Thinking...remembering...
that in itself is enough
to begin my melting, my
total powerless flight of
mind and body being overtaken
by your ardent passions.

Scattered thoughts
throughout the day,
always remembering...
always wanting...
more.

Night dreams cohabit
with day dreams,
making all dreams
surreal...

How devine your
sensuality is,
devouring all
of me
and wanting
more.

Your magic
is now
my magic,
rewarding me
for loving you.

From a long winter's journey
I'm a bird coming home
To languish in comfort
No longer to roam.

My travels have been vast
But weary and incomplete
Always something was missing
Too deep to permeate.

As soon as I land
I begin to doubt
Whether I should be here
Or wandering about.

My heart is still racing
Not knowing what to do
I begin to take off
With my heart filled with rue.

As I spread my wings
Soaring ever so high
I see you standing there
Looking up to the sky.

Your gaze is mesmirizing
Alluring and intent
Unwavering thoughts
To me you have sent.

You beckon to me
And open your arms wide
I come soaring down
And stop by your side.

To me you do say,
"Never leave me again.
Stay with me forever",
As you reach for my hand.

Bask in the glory
of my love
and be ever
more closer to
me than before.
Grasp my heart
that you hold
and caress it
the way I know
you can...the
way you have
already done.
Tremble with me
and let us
hold one another
upwards, lifting
us to a higher
realm of our
existence.
Take my hand
and let me
lead you into
the very depths
of my heart.
Join me in
the wonderment
of it all.
Fear no more
than I...
Ask no more of
yourself than
you do of me,
just let it be.

His hair is
like fine fur,
soft and silky.
His eyes are
majestic in
their depth
and mesmirizing
in their stare.
He warms my heart
and fills the need
I have for those
moments when I
feel alone.
How wonderful
he makes me
feel when I
first see
him...when I
walk by him...
when I look
at him.
So comforting
is he.
So precious
is he.
So sweet and
loving
is he.

© Mimi 2/24/97

It is there,
on my lips,
in my thoughts
teasing me
teasing you.
I can not
escape it,
but I also
can not
endure it,
not now,
will I
ever?
It scares
me so.
You know
it is true...
You know
what is
in my
heart.
Do you
feel it?
Must I
say it?
Must we
say it?
Is it
inevitable?

Your breathing is
shallow, hardly
even audible.
The moonlight
shines in thru
the window,
cascading over
your shoulder.
I lay there watching
you...wondering
if you are
dreaming of me.
Wanting and hoping
that you are.
Whistfully thinking
of the moments we
shared earlier.
Remembering your
hands...and how they
caressed me so.
Feeling my face
flush at rememberance
of your warm mouth
and how it knows
my body so well.
Touching your eyelashes
as you sleep, making
you wiggle your nose.
Touching your hair
and feeling it's
texture...loving
how it falls
across your forehead
. Moving in closer
to you...laying my
head upon your
chest...deep sigh...
Feeling full and
content with the
world.

Eclipses of the heart can be
So very common for us to see.

Do alluring images haunt you at night?
With enticing visions bold and bright?

Can you be sure of what you want?
Does passion play you with unwavering taunt?

The essence of seduction engulfs
The very depths of us both.

A pleading gaze of wanting need
A soulful yearning from which to lead.

The excesses of our hearts require
To vent our emotions with desire.

Though our hearts are madly beating
Could this temptation be somewhat fleeting?

Tender hearts are vulnerable
So breakable and gullible.

Eclipses of the heart, you see
Are very common for you and me.

Forging on thru our lives, not
wavering when we stumble along the way.
Knowing our desires and seizing them at
opportune moments of grandeur. Hands
and hearts bound in vulnerable knots.
Certainty in the knowledge that
dwelling on imperfections can
deter fate…knowing when
to accept and
cheerish
what
is.
Being at
peace with
yourself, tossing turmoil
aside. Just letting it be.
Acceptance.
With acceptance
comes tranquility in knowing
that all is right…all is as it
should be. Rejoice triumphantly
in the glory of it all, welcoming
that which before
had been absent.
That which
now
is.

Exult.
Revel.
Accept.