Warm Sunshine

We linger awhile upon the grass
Where chequered shadows of clouds doth pass,
Shrouding the sun and its warming rays reach
Before passing on to let the summer heat preach.

How quiet it is, this peaceful scene,
As though all were lost and no longer seen.
Washed away with the last heavy rain
So that you and I are all that remain.

A sight more beautiful could not be seen
Surrounded by flowers in rich pastures green,
And fruit-bearing boughs that hang heavy and deep,
Rich with ripe harvest now ready to reap.

The clouds bloom amber in the soft-dying day
And a playful breeze dances amid the rolling reeds sway.
It is the perfume of summer on warm days like these
That could calm any soul to a soft peaceful ease.

All except I who wish to fall into bliss:
The mellow fruitfulness of your soft swollen kiss.
My thoughts cannot hide, thus were to be caught,
A mind laid bare without innocent thought.

She who hath only an ember of fire
Whose heat slowly spreads to ignite a desire,
To kiss tenderly your lips of rich mellow wine
As we drink our fill of the warm sunshine.


New morning glistened from darkness rose,
Her first caress touched verdant green;
Softest kiss of warmth amber flowed
Climbing steadily over horizon’s screen,
Turning blacks and greys to blues and greens;
And when crowning in its sun-burst flame,
Set fire once more to the majestic scene;
Sun and moon play endless celestial game,
And rise and fall, their prize to claim.

To lay me down on soft summer’s earth,
A chartreuse bed of my volitions will;
Soft laughter played from our impassioned mirth,
A gentle stream of whispers: our love distilled,
By so few words my heart did fill;
Still touched with tone from citrine sun,
Chased away was moonlight’s chill;
Her lips a soft stroke of purest bliss,
To slip forever into a kiss.

Burning sunrise enflamed the sky,
Turning wisp of cloud to silken shroud;
Heaven’s incalescence reflected in lust-filled eyes,
An ethereal display as though the sky, God ploughed;
Deep breaths as hand caressed softest thigh,
Ablaze in a myriad of sensual hues,
Purest gold and temperate orange upon high;
The richest, sweetest honey dripped,
From kiss stained lips it slowly slipped.

As beautiful as the wildest flower,
With slightest touch did fingertips trace
And drink her in hour upon hour,
The angelic contours of her face,
And bask eternal in this elysian place;
Forever indebted to fate’s fair chance,
Arms enfolding in a loving embrace;
Dreams and prayers beseeched romance,
Now held by true beauty’s radiance.

Gentle breeze scented by blossomed boughs,
Sweetened it seemed for lover’s pleasure;
Her gaze sapped strength and did arouse,
A sigh and whimper of equal measure,
Entranced by deepest pools of cerulean treasure;
Her eyes carry promise of midnight’s charm,
In closing darkness I sink into their depths forever,
Silence and solitude envelopes all,
Into her eyes, I slip and fall.

Embalmed in darkness as daylight fades,
Surrounded in a serene blanket of desire;
Gaze cast upward, through the waves,
Sensation of belonging as though nothing prior,
A tranquil sinking into passion’s fire;
To the bottomless depth I slowly sink,
Until warm embrace propels me higher
And I feel my heart swell to the brink;
Until consciousness rescued, by a blink.