Zeyya, My Kenya

Mombasa…my love grows

As her beauty touched my heart like the sight of her brown skin,

I sought her lush greenery and crisp ocean waters,
I am hers, she is mine, touch not her former torments because as does the mother suffer in childbirth so does her loving and beautiful reward emerge,
I hear the beautiful call to prayer for those faithful and sense the other choices made by others who believe–their business all,
Sand and ocean proclaimed loves healing waters and intense sun as up on Bamburi Beach the waves and tides chased and taunted visitors and family,
Just as the beauty of Tudor Creek with its octopus shape is lost on day visitors do the citizenry love its long grasses that move as people who progress through fog to begin their day, or imagined as spirits whose tattered and rotted burial shrouds wave gently and reach to touch all living, perhaps in hope of a rebirth or memory to share,
Languish not upon the Umba River for there are times when it will widen and hurl all from its shores to places unknown or as of yet undiscovered,
Feast upon beauty my Zeyya for not as much of yours as I have compared to your land visited up on my heart and now cemented thus.

Passions Find

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I rejoice in the moment, upon finding true love; glorious acceptance my heart soared high above;

Undefined, now totally understood, my heart captured beauty unpretentious, as before you I should;

Open arms awaited my embrace, within them all is forgotten, my needs now replaced;

Passion thrills, jumbled judgement–all refined, our crushing hug testifies that our locked hearts prove genuine.

Truth of love is plain and evident on our faces, loves healing powers erased all of pains shadowed traces;

I raise my cup to you tender beauty, to your sacrifice and patience, as passions flight upward caused roiling emotions–a storm we weather searing our devotion;

I cradled your passions, held fast to tumultuous upheavals of loves mixture of emotion, while you found yourself, your place in this most curious of romantic solutions.
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Ever Venus

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 I could not tear your beauty

from my mind.

Soft skin, the image I could not

separate from my desires grasp.

I smell your beauty, its loveliness, its

timeliness, its ability to turn

willpower to weak-will.

I launch myself into your angelic

aura, sensing without hesitation

your patience, your courage,

your desire, your intelligence, your

demanding strength as you share

your greatest gift-your love.

I seek your passion, powerful, direct,

unflinching, and uncompromising.

I sought you out for an eternity,

before humanity measured time, as

even the first dawn chased away

darkness and its uncertainty.

I desired to give without wish for

payment, without the planting of a

seed for the beautiful gift of life

which is natures answer to a

certainty that is an inheritance of

this life.

Soft skin and translucent eyes

sought out, found; then rested upon mine.

Peace.

Hair that one day reached towards

the sun while on other nights

sought solace as would a gardener

spreading beautiful soil over sown

seeds.

I see the depths of your love, your

smallest smile, your closeness; I

reach for your hand and am

comforted by its warmth. I hope to

taste the wet sweet nectar of your

tongue.

I hope to envelope you in my joy–of

heart, of peace, of adventure.

Is this tender Venus where we

began–perhaps known by other

names so long ago, or is it yet to be.

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Wayfarer Guide: Escape

I gasped, not from exertion, but as my heart
pumped beyond endurance – even beyond reason.

I swooned my gaze, my mind – it’s logic shattered,
my judgement waves in tatters like wind blown cloth,
as storm shaken boughs from the willow trees; their
kindred flow reverently.

I felt your gaze and with it my own reason scattered
as leaves ahead of the quickening storm, my knees
trembling air enters not, my heaving chest.

Clawing at same, I wonder will I ever see the end of
this day. Your beauty, curve of your nose above my
lips pressed against yours.

I feel your exhalation tickling my lips, I squirm
joyfully, religiously, as if my very existence must
garner your approval.

I ran away in spirit, away from your gaze, while
standing in your presence, too in love to move.

Then it comes like it is supposed to, come hater
spare my angst not, and curse me for the fool I
must be.

Just as pain reaches for my heart, I experience a
momentary hope that perhaps this time, I pray this
time – not let me feel the agony, the loss, the
ever welcoming bands that wrap my heart.

Crush the life from me, twist the air from my lungs
and with loves determined blade slice slowly, deeply,
so that with beat the heart embraces blade and my own
folly.

Don’t let me squirm away from my faith, my duty – you,
my reason to carry on with my love.

I tried to drown it, to bury it within the great depths
of the ocean. I found myself propelling downward braving
the creatures curious and hostile that sought to make me stay.

I bore upward with the cask, clutched to my breast.
Tears washed away by ocean waters, my love desirous to escape
its confines from within the golden chest.

Mocking me, love retained its place in my mind and heart,
not cruel, but with a sincere honesty that said, “Gentle spirit,
you’ve completed play?”

Cease heart.

Love: One Version

Love: One Version

You heard the word as you stood upon the ledge; whispering mournfully as a beckoning call.

You felt the word as it swept gently through your hair, as would your lover’s fingers tenderly caressing.

You sense it as a sincere hug from a friend, who wishes their words might soothe the loneliness of loves plaintive call-sweetly, ever sweetly, until your desire overwhelms completely.

I Need You

I Need You

Thinking back upon the events that guide us to this place,
I thrust my mind from your momentary beauty grateful that you surrendered ending my chase.

I saw you first as my heart caught fire while you moved about with measured grace,
softly stepping or walking firmly as each deliberate footfall spoke of determination in your pace.

I think on my love sick desires to have your photo in my grasp,
while keeping heart in check from fruitless efforts in the past.

For the beauty seen in you at a moments pause as for something you tried to find,
I saw tenderness in your touch, though of my stare you seemed not to mind.

The slippery slope of love with its twists and turns I’ve spoken of before,
riding the tunnel of love to end avoiding the traps of pain and loss that likely beset, turns love in to a chore.

Yet, was it your conscience beauty that captured my eye and mind,
or like measured tunes from a piece well written did my heart become entwined.

Did I merely envision the end as we lay arms embraced,
did I toss and turn on nights without end as I hid the love on my face.

Cautiously seeking my heart twisted and reeling from loves accelerated pace,
I saw the beauty of love’s hope and dreams flow like water down my face.

I cautioned myself, what’s the use is there any hope of ending embraced as we are,
perhaps we might as on glorious nights we both sought the same reachable star.

I Envisioned

Woman, heart and soul of this World

Woman, heart and soul of this World

Curiously, my fingers traced softly over your

eyelashes, gently moved over the

ridges of your lips and tenderly

explored your hair, ears, and the

graceful contour of your neck.

Warm, supple and graceful – woman

by design is sensual charm, by GODS

power – wondrous beauty; not

from a soup from Earth’s beginning

such form not chanced. Life’s

miracle as through a rehearsed dance.

Humanity personified as

unique – songs, sonnets, and prose

remark about woman’s strength

and charm;

vibrant – persuasive, diligent, insightful

hers is a kinder sweeter argument;

intelligent – thorough, determined,

her persistence is relentless;

tough – beyond her femininity, a

sensitive team player or rugged individualist;

motivated – beyond the imagination of men,

governments, and even religions, and first

children, gently as she wishes;

kind – warm, strong, gentle, filled with grace

an enduring memory, the vision of her face;

humorous – mirth, joy, and her tireless laughter,

problems become less of a dilemma under her smile;

witty – a quip or Bible verse, a parable or long

forgotten rhyme, her memories she can share

span the length of preceding generations time;

adventurous – this proven and miracles

never end, she has climbed the highest

mountains, explored space and found

satisfaction in the deepest seas; or the

most difficult task, to raise her young;

peacemakers – seeking above all else,

until words fail;

warriors – then to battle as needed and

her desire to win is without match;

negotiators – seeking to mediate when

society or even home asks or demands;

judges – when peaceful existence can

not be met, she decides;

attorney – she is better defending, as

I would much rather have her beside

me than;

prosecutor – opposite me in the court

room or the living room, she has humbled all;

referee – she can see the truth often before we

have realized the why of our argument;

all – woman is GOD’S vision, and answer to complete our World.