A Quiet River

-A Quiet River-

Could it be any deeper.
This slow eminence of my heart,
weaving between the fractured scars,
a soulful melody that rings the chiming bell,
the shadows released;
Your soft skin gently lain upon my breast,
a heartbeat easing within.
I felt the sinking feeling again,
crossed swords aching in a memory,
and still your skin above me.
The cooing dove that beckons,
'come out of your cave',
'come out into the sun my heart'.
Struck by the moon, a dampened space,
where only heartache has left it's fingerprints.
Learning to trust again can be the hardest lesson of all.
And still your softness surrounds me,
and I feel the flood of this slow love,
a quiet river, sipping at the banks of my heart.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

A River Deep

-A River Deep-

Our love is like a river deep,
it flows from off the highest peeks,
frozen in the ice of winters chill breath.

At times we wonder where the warmth has gone,
the summer sun, suckled amidst a warm kiss,
vanishes in the mists, a silky dew of loss and remiss,
leaving only the memory of each naked breast,
teased between soft fingertips,
lain upon the frigid climbs to rest.

We doubt the fire, the passion of summers past,
in these days of coddled hibernation,
Yet, natures ways arouse even in the coldest season.

The thaw of springs first melt,
the frozen heart, felt, beneath the rapids tilt,
the chaos and the roar,
the thrusting hilt released upon the risen Tor.

All doubt consumed in the rolling hills of chaos,
a flood from off the mountain top.
We need only wait, with faith and patience,
a kinder fate, for minds locked in icy anticipation.

The river runs, a foments might,
amidst the rocks and scraggy boulders,
this love, one year older.

Widening out into summers, lark sweet meadows,
the somnolence and crush of sated flesh,
two souls reclined on sunlit bowers, no shadows,
compete with dew dropped lips, in heat, enmeshed.
The moistened fingers dipped in waters sweet.

Fear not the frozen hour,
Know only that nature has her seasons,
her reasons for the silent moment.
The quiet too is a balance of divinity.
An Angels silent wings,
brushed, across the surface of things.

And all too soon again we plunge,
rush, revel in the waters crush,
even the wide shallows are embraced,
a quiescent grace, sucked into the air,
to shower down upon the mountain peaks,
the gathering drifts, cuddled snowflakes,
to rest again, and sleep beneath emotive cliffs.

This ice and glory, the fire and the frigid flame,
are but natures endless cycles, the seasons change,
but the stories the same.

Our love is like a mountain thaw,
the river runs deep,
in timeless circles, evermore,
one love, with you, complete.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

Come As You Are...

Come As You Are...

Come as you are... My Heart;
Wrapped in the night and dressed with stars,
that we may swoon upon the whispering tails of comets,
and dance upon the silver lighted moon.

Come as you are... My Soul;
Dripping in the glow of incandescence,
the showering meteor's throw of sensual essence.
heaving upon the world, a bursting glory,
the dazzling illumination of this lovers story.

Come as you are... My Flesh;
And I shall build a tower of skin to hold you,
enfold you, in a silken supple lair,
to rock you, endlessly, in the cradle of my stare.

Come as you are... My Whole;
Until in dreams we drift upon a beach,
the lunging surf of each eternal instance,
the golden sands crushed beneath our reach.
A flood of love enjoined from out the distance.

Come as you are... My Breath;
And we shall drape our souls entwined,
drunk upon the honey and the wine,
of lips no distant that the parting of each wave,
a unity of breath, a sun from out the grave.

Come as you are... The Music and the Dance.

For all the world has heard the trumpet and the lyre,
the cymbals and the horn, the rapture of desire.
The swirling giddy grace of love triumphantly reborn,
entranced within a sweet embrace, to dance upon the dawn.

Come as you are... My Love
for as you are, Am I.
Come.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

Paramour

Paramour


My Queen of Luminosity!

Who doth shine in my night, shrouded in the stars of a thousand wishes, who beams with recovered sunlight, who kisses the smiles and dreams of loves delight between each passing cloud...

...It is you, I have waited for, on the shore of contentment, seeking from across the bow waves of eternity the shimmering light of your glory, the dancing lip of each wind swept slip of time, the dips, the swirls of your infinite caress. Shining from out your countenance, a glimmering story, spoken in whispers, of fated lovers, entwined beneath their starlit covers, two drifters, shrouded in moonlight are we...

Long have I waited, and ever have you shone upon me there. Yet lo, the lights of dawn and dusk do mingle, the twinkled night brought before the alter of the day, a merging of two lights into a single sky reborn upon the milky way.

We wait no more, for all the world will see, in shimmering lucidity, the brilliant truth revealed, a hidden wisdom, of loves great art beneath the shroud concealed, exposed in glory, the foment of this endless story, a heart made true, one heart from two, my one immortal paramour.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

A Lovers Call

-A Lovers Call-

Oh gentle heart!
with wings reborn on dulcet airs,
that none have seen, nor heard with care,
preened, for the dawning of the day,
a triumph of the risen soul made true.
Tentatively unpacked, nothing is missed,
no lack, nor breath of wind withheld,
the heartbeat of those first few flaps,
perilously teetering upon the edge of the nest.
What God has given, nature unfolds;
Though the soul arisen wonders at the glory,
and the frightful heart betray the moment,
still, with that risen sun,
with wing-tips greeting the light,
a jump, into faith, into space,
into a world made new,
where no stationary view ever told
of mountain peeks, or trees replete with song,
of flocks and flighted joy in sunlit clouds,
of glory born upon the sounds of dawn,
but first, those fateful steps,
perilously perched upon the edge.
To jump, and not to fall,
this is the story of every lovers call.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

A Hymn to Love and Health

-A Hymn To Love and Health-

I wake to see your starry face,
a deft smile, an imprint of grace,
sown into the fabric of this love.

There is magic in the air,
and all around, in fairy dust and angels wings,
swims a tune, a revelry of love and hope,
that beckons light to sow in you,
a seed of blessed health and hue;

Then awoke, from pallid fright,
two lovers warmed beneath a golden bough,
delight, in loves rekindled embers,
trussed, these gentle limbs embraced,
the future faced within a kiss, remembered.

To wake, and in that dreamy place,
to taste of life between these lips,
enfolded in the balm of dancing fingertips.
The morning ray, softly banishing the shadows,
the fated death of all those darkened slings and arrows.

This salve, of bless'd mirth and joy,
divinely wrought, does employ,
the twinkled eye of love returned,
fine fettled bloom, this lesson learned.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013
 

Little by Little...

Little by Little...

Felt the distance so greatly today,
like a yawning chasm,
strung only by a thread,
threatening to suck me down
into the fathomless depths,
where no light invades.
A gossamer strand the only bridge,
shrouded in mist,
unable to see from whence to where.
Time stretching out in wisps,
the haunting of every joy dismissed.
Little by little the distance kills us.
Like a thousand paper cuts to the soul,
tiny pieces, broken from the whole.
I miss your warm body next to me.
Awakening alone, in love,
like a stone rapt around my heart,
it seems too great a sorrow to carry,
too heavy a burden on so slight a bridge,
at any moment it could give.
This distance kills us in breaths,
the song of a thousand deaths,
sung in silence, with every fateful step
upon a bridge of endless length.
Only your sun lends it's warmth,
it's bright inner ray, cooling in the grip
of winters cold fingers.
little by little, the distance kills us...

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

Salt

-Salt-

If the sea lost her salt,
still she would sweep
remorselessly upon the sands,
but instead,
the earth would weep,
for all the lost passion
kissed upon the land.

Fiery tears lend more power
in a single instant,
than all the wasted hours
of silent fears
receding in the distance.

Never lose your salt.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

Snow Upon A Secret Hill

-Snow Upon A Secret Hill-

I love long movies on winter nights,
crushed in the heat of erotic delight;
Hours of pointless tape muffling the ragged sounds,
the moans, the slapping joy of wet skin,
the howling winds beating the panes,
jealously licking the frames,
aching to get in.
I love it when it begins...
The look upon your lover,
The passing hours, kissed,
sealed within a cave of sighs,
rapt in timeless flesh,
the deep nirvana of supple thighs,
buried inside a womb, enmeshed.
Dead to the world,
outside, each plaintiff moan,
each groaning thrust,
trussed inside your lovers soul;
And all the world is oblivion!
I love it when the credits roll,
to look at one another,
with that knowing surprise,
erupting in love and laughter,
locked in the furtive glance of handcuffed eyes.
Rolling in a mass of huddled joy, to kiss,
as if only the two of you together exist.
Turning off the light to the world,
the static, drifting in the distance,
like snow upon a secret hill.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

Pearl

Pearl

The pearl sat brightly in the slim palm of her hand, spent in droplets, a jewel of sentiment, where silence invades the cavalcade of redolent ease, all measure pleased... Teased between the fingertips of some supple touch.

How he loved her. She would never understand, the depth of his heart like distant sands slipping through the fingers of a grasping hand...

The sweeping chasms of eternity turned upon themselves, into a sky replete with fiery stars, the comets sweep, the glimmer of God's eye, beaming with delight upon the waters between them. Moonlit dappled dreams, swimming in halcyon streams of love, so silent, no brook in feathered meadow had ever run so still. A quiescence unspeakable, no word could share the shallow breath unheard, unspoken, this union in a dream unbroken.

Ever has it been the same, that ember glow doth warm the night, the silent thread in each hearth made bright by decadent fires born below, licking upon the air in the distant hollow of the darkness, tongues of desire, snapping at the clouds, as they roll beneath the heavens gathered by a crowd of stars, like watching pilgrims twinkling in earnest at the show, they rarely stay for the afterglow. But Lovers do... In silence, to slip into a timeless knot, entwined within the heart, their lot, to sink reposed, all else forgot.

He wondered whether in days to come, she might stay a while, as the silence descended, or follow a constant revelry, flitting from flower to flower in the endless search for honey. Even bees rest, and though their nest is quiet in the midnight hour, dressed only in the waxy silence of the cold tower, still they are abuzz when the Sun broaches the dawn, bathing their world in gold.

The pearl swam in her palm, a balm of luminescence, the essence of the gift, each droplet, shone with lustrous sweetness, a lift of loving tenderness.

They sank into silence, enfolded in each others hearts, and though the ember overcame desire, each soul was trussed and blessed within this art, remembrance, like a pearl, of loves first dawning fire.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013