The Dream That Is You

The Dream That Is You

I have waited too for you to
embrace me my friend.

I have visited you, every
evening and covered you
with my love.

I have opened doors for
your friends and to my
chagrin also enemies that
use me to do their nefarious

Twilight, while neither friend
nor enemy does witness their
actions and have overheard their
plans, plots, and even treachery;
as they seek only profit or pleasure.

I do not believe any of them has right
to mock you, or raise a hand against
you in any way.

Think on the bee, who while bearing
a formidable weapon, his or her task
is to faithfully serve their queen.

What manner of love, dedication,
and faith does one carry in mind
and heart. Who but for the
passionate few will risk all and
remain in loves stead for
years over years.

Why is this singleness of
purpose not marked in the
pages of a great book.
Is it because, it is marked on
the ribbon of time that stands
as a silent testimony to reason.

For no other than this, often
the enemies are bewildered
and frustrated in their attempts
to castigate or stifle what they
themselves do not really control.

I move rapidly upon them to
thwart and stymie their most
detailed plans.

Look upon them quietly and intently
seeing them stumble about and lose
coordinated time for their deeds,
is sometimes pleasurable to
witness–mind, I do not wish the
innocent ill, and I go out of my way
to see that help is not hampered
nor denied.

But, those who have plotted
and I have witnessed them at
your door and they do well to
not make you unhappy, cause
should they do so and to them
I say only this:

Fear not my love, they will pay,
least they raise a hand against you,
because —

My love for you will not falter…ever.

Signed: The Night


Captured Beauty: Woman of Azure

Captured Beauty: Woman of Azure

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Blue was her favorite, love her passion,

but not all is without cost.

She has the ability to create love in

stages from ages past to present to

future ages.

He would prove worthy of his

manhood while seemingly enjoying

her attention, giving love, giving gifts,

giving his very soul in stages.

She gave him all he wanted in her

tender womanly ways; telling him

of the excitement and joys he gave

her as she moved about her day.

Neither knew of the dangers of love.

Snares, trips, and the false vanities

that seem far away and high above.

Truth could not supplant itself during

the madness of their passion; as

body heat brought forth a delirium

that is now everywhere in fashion.

Her warm soft skin and tender eyes

with their up thrusting lashes, evoked

a charm she would do no harm; one

embrace and he was swept within a

maelstrom of continuous charm.

She felt right within his embrace as

her body yielded gently in the most

intimate ways; supplanted logic – too

late, as he tumbled head first in loves

dance of false plays.

He hid her this beauty as his friends

oft asked about the beauty in blue,

he might mumble in a hurry or he must

get about, while his thinking of this

secret joy was reason to honestly


But cursed angst is waiting in the

wings, soon his life suffered as blue

beauty desired more and more new


At first taken calmly, the gifts got

bigger, more expensive as her desires

for them grew, his answer was to

seek out better things as work or as

life demands clashed with the beauty

In blue.

Her hair was textured with waves

and folds, her hair some days was

matted short scruffy and dark as

night, others pensively strewn about

and bright as the sun shining with all

of its might.

Lips soft as the mist, drove him

towards false bliss.

Ever present was the blue, a cool

color on her nails, as mascara

coolly tinted and her warm body

seemed to clash, one look, a warm

smile and all willpower was smashed.

Blue shoes adorned her feet so

lovely and new, like a trip to a

fantasy land – blue ice and blue

wine flowed across his tongue

and past his heart as he must

find a way to fetch her away in

his current plan.

In the hotel where our three lives

converged was a large affair made

up of stories overlooking the Austin

Opera, with its dual curving ramps

that is next to Lady Bird Lake

and is situated in Auditorium Park.

Green, beautiful, the park draws

visitors and community residents

who play, walk and bicycle

and now Sedgeway.

She dashed into my view, I was

leaving my room and saw the flash of

blue; riveting my attention for she

was such a beauty too.

Dashed by me, her eyes wide in terror

she threw herself against the door of

the room next to mine. The door

yielded, she crashed through

screaming please leave me be.

I felt the footfalls approaching as I

pressed my body against the

elevator shaft hoping death was not

ravenous today.

Black garb seeking his azure victim,

his focus on her blue flats as they

sought then found momentary safety

where with her parents she chose to stay.

Intent on his victim, he did not notice

me. He was drawing a handgun when

I frightened out of mind drew close,

whispered there no need, she is but a

child. He did not turn, as death had

nothing to say.

His free hand began to draw his blade, I not

thinking pulled him back and spinning fell

backwards towards the balcony.

He not speaking tumbled over the edge.

Screams below marked his arrival as

the marble floor 100 feet below,

saved two lives that day.

We sit upon my porch, the dusk of

the southwestern city beautiful.

I massage her feet, blue nails for

the moment share my roof.

Youthful demands abated for now

as our hearts enjoy the new lives

we are granted, while our minds

begin the love dance whose seeds

were long ago planted.

I kiss her feet, caress her legs

and count myself blessed to have

rescued, comforted, then won the

heart of this former captive, this

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I Am Your Compact

She looked at me and smiled.


Is it possible for a compact case

to fall in love?

I gazed at her total beauty.

“You look awesome, dear.” I could
feel her body heat as she drew me
near to her face. I longed to kiss
her soft red lips. Eyes closed now,
might I steal a tender — she rubs
her eye shadow as I gaze at her
hair and ears.

Still a kiss is a kiss.

She closes the lid and walks away
from the dresser. Darkness.

I have watched, as a youth, you
fumbled through your Mom’s purse until
like magic, precious grubby little
fingers seized me.

Mom’s treasured possession, again,
for the day – yours.

I’m excited, as I imagine our day
together. you – unlike your mom,
gratefully leave me open.

This allows me to view the world
outside, with the great sky, radiant
and so blue; sunshine so gallantly
yellow-white and true.

If I could escape forever into the
world beyond, who might choose me as
their betrothed, as near to face, as
any loved one;

I shudder to think of places I might
end, with mirror cracked, powder
gone – except for the edges; my
usefulness; is over I am quite done.

A sudden lurch frees me from my dismal
imaginative wade thru misery; my
usefulness far from over as my mistress
enjoys her beauty and finery.

Should this not be, as I see most
often curvaceous lips, turned into
playful puckers; as we prepare to jaunt
into the city – a place of excitement
and fun or for some, a place where we
intrigued the truckers.

I have heard, but not witnessed where
great Queens hold me in high regard,
as even the dollar store sells my kin.
I am again one in all who enjoys such
beauty; my rewards are measured in your
use of me to perform my duty.

Sights I often see, such marvels of
beauty, lips so beautiful and in
multitudes of colors, hues and stuff,
from sensuous gloss to stark black
semi-gloss cuties;

so much of what I am ensured success,
facing a world where some actually
gauge looks as a measure, should
release the old paradigm of how the
World measures beauty.

Only those of limited human scope
would allow a panel to exercise
judgments of a woman’s beauty – I know
where from her beauty begins from the
very moment when she dons the mantle
of womanhood, thus it is, and ever shall be.

Her swell of her face to where her
mouth – matters not if her lips are
thin or full, soft not firm, or whether
natural swell towards the smile, or the
right events must actuate upturned beauty.
This will generate the path to true beauty.

Pursed or slightly parted desirous in their
element, rain – moist, tender and soft;
snow – dry, mostly turned in and sheltered,
or possessing a gentle blue hue.

Dampened by pool, pond, lake or ocean you
face and mouth are works of serene beauty.

My task is to show you, and in turn help you
realize the honor of your true attractiveness
and the reality of what you may become,
or of who you are.