You asked. Here it is…part two of that poem I posted last week. Enjoy! Oh, enjoy the music too…one of my all-time favorites.


mind strokes - pt. ii

he covers me
my hands roam over his skin
he becomes love’s braille under my fingertips
as i seek to memorize every ridge, every indentation
he gazes at me, seeing through to my soul
and i find myself shy
he pulls me closer, into a realm of tenderness
i’ve never known before
and i find myself oddly rooted to this spot,
connected to him in ways i never imagined
yet floating
as the brilliance of us outshines the sun
his eyes ask all the right questions,
my body supplying each and every answer
i sing new poetry into his ear
his name becomes my mantra

heaven only knows
and right now heaven ain’t sayin’
as we tease and please
each other’s ears
are we serious
or are we just playin’?
nervous laughs hide
anxious sighs
as we prick and pry
the contours of our conscious
shying away from
a truth only heaven would know
we wish for only a clue
maybe it’s within our rainbow
that appears only when
your words are near my heart
when
your words are near my soul
when
your words are near me right now
when
your words are so loving….
when your words love me
when my words love you
when I love…your words

thunder rolls overhead
a deep bass playing along the
‘what if’ melody in her mind
though she loves to dance
fear keeps her rooted to the spot
wanting….to want…it real
she remains…unsure
rain drenches the ground
and she muses aloud how good it would be
if this water could become truth serum
flowing between them
revealing truths they don’t know…
or are too shy to speak
and still…she wonders…if he wonders….
heaven only knows
and no matter how much pretty poetry
is birthed between them
right now….
heaven just ain’t talking
and so, she curls up near the window
letting the cool breeze and stray raindrops
cool her anxious brow
as she tells herself to stay in the moment
while dreaming of cool brown skin, deep chocolate dimples
flagging a smile that speaks what words cannot
she prays that
nothing gets lost in translation

the thunder she hears
is only the base line of his heart
its rhythm dances to the beat
of unconditional commitment
that soothes and massages clarity
his kisses are filled with truth serum
that allows trust to run barefoot
through a field of jasmine and lavender
as the “what if” melody smoothly
transitions to a harmony of surrender
soon shyness giggles with boldness
her windows embrace rays of sunshine
poetic dreams from her brow kiss reality
fantasies from her muse abuse passion
wonders from her mind become known
true, heaven only knows but so does she
as heaven is just beneath her feet
the moment he curls up next to her.

Copyright 2007 ~ Mentally Stimulated