Poem for her 340

Dear Readers,


That Drive Time


The bike was sitting there alone
You were at school and it knew soon
Then the bus doors opened and out you hopped
The bike smiled soon the wheels they be turning
They be turning those wheels of the car
You are driving now as I type
You are driving me slowly slowly kissing slowly
The Idea of you driving is fond to me
Fond the thoughts of all those days I drove
The roads and byways not highways much
The old creek beds the soft street glow flowing
The days of just driving and not doing much
Just the wandering wondering miles
You are soul of my soul we both say
You know that I am always with you on the trips
The slips of hand in my hand the kiss of lips
The drive time is that silence in the head
If you and I were in the same spaces
The cars might be the same places
I know you lover, I love you babe, I know the drive
The want to be out there the need to be out there
The need to feel the winds over bike wheels
I am sliding my hands into your hands and we drive


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 339

Dear Readers,


Butter and Caramel


The soft lamp on the sofa table shone on your face
The soft glow of that smile you have when
I have said something that amuses you
But I hadn't said anything I was just looking
At you, at your eyes, at your smile, at you
As I looked the smile of knowing what I was going
To say, but hadn't yet was moving over your lips
I didn't say anything I just slowly reached out
Touching your collar bone with a soft kiss
My lips touched to a tiny bit of butter and caramel
That just minutes before I had placed there
With the tip of the brush that we used for this
The bristles were stiffer than a paint brush
But it was from the painters shop that we used
We did this body art that was food for thought
But also a slice of smiles and sighs and such
That as I slowly kissed and licked like a cat
Your skin where the slight taste of butter sweet
Was there and the heady aroma of the night air
Your sighs filled the cabin in the woods
And the dawn was heard to move ever closer to us


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 338

Dear Readers,


Just a few places


To sing in the shower as she is
To dance on the carpet with our bare feet
To tell her things she is thinking about
To tell her I am thinking about taking her
Where she likes the mint Tea to be dripped
Where the chocolate dust can go for a touch
To think about as I type her this poem
To sleep in the fall chill with hot rum
To kiss your hand that first time we meet
...after the last time we parted from each other
...20 minutes before this new kiss
To kiss you under the moon high in the sky
...which happens every day, as it is there
...even if it is a new moon, so daily
...moon kisses for you babe
To write on napkins the newest poem
...to add to the scrapbook currently collecting
To kiss you right now as I am thinking of you
To kiss you and kiss you and kiss you

Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.

Poem for her 337

Dear Readers,



Mint T


The drink I gave you that morning we met
The one in the mug from our picnic set
You remember, it had that minty flavor
But also the warm glow of that other
Irish Cream and fresh coffee scent too
Well, I think I can make it even better
I have this recipe I want to share with you
I have to Whisper it to you up close
We'll have to meet in secret
Not tell anyone where it is going to be
We will even take two cars and drive slow
Different routes to share the recipe
Slide over hear and give me a kiss
Shhh Say not a word just hear me slow
Flow the sounds of the whispers
I'll bring the cards and you can deal
We'll play those games we like over drinks
And then at the hour before bedtime
Break out the special drink and sip till dawn
Your lips will feel the taste of Mint
And I'll kiss you till dawn


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 336

Dear Readers,


7 hours and 52 minutes

The number of milliseconds I spent with You today
Voice so close I could reach out and touch You
But for the slight electronic distance
Hours of touching you soon to be unlimited again
Holding your face in my hands Kissing you
All over again and again, till the sun light fades
Then as night seeps into our rooms the touch
Softer still and the mint tea in hand tasted
The sounds of the night whispers and the pillow soft
The touch that stirs the air fresh with mint
Your voice is many faceted and layered sweet
I can't seem to get enough of your sight
I look deep into your soul and we smile at the other
You look deep into my soul and we smile at the other
The clock ticks by the days going by since
A face in a parking lot said Hi There
The days since when we last kissed gone long
Into the dust of the dew drops on the grass
Drifting off into the forest glades of home


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 335

Dear Readers,



Night sounds

The birds in the bushes that call
The sound of you beside me
Whispering something in my hearing
Sounds of love and caring and sighs
The sounds of the fire crackling warmth
The sounds of the breeze above our heads
The soft sigh of dreams falling close
Subtle sounds of hand on shoulder bare
The sounds of meowing you make
Rustle of leaves and foot falls
The sounds of a tea kettle's short whistle
The sounds of pleasure at hot tea
You saying those words of love


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 334

Dear Readers,


Thirsty

For your lips babe
For your smile as I hold your tea
For your lips as I greet you
For your smile as we dance
For your sighs as the morning starts
For your voice in my ear
For your soft whisper of my name
For your lips as they kiss my fingers
For your touch as you hold me close
For your lips babe
The refrain goes on and on
Always and Forever

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 333

Dear Readers,


When you sing


My heart beats faster at your voice
I might know the song or not
Each melody a special one from you
Such power of sound to my heart
I want to record every sound you make
Keeping your sighs and thoughts close
Tasting them in my dreams
When I sleep savoring them deep
Long after the day gone by
Hearing you hum and sing as you are happy
Happy to be here near me
Happy on the porch swing
Happy dancing hands laced together
Singing the joys of your day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles,

Poem for her 332

Dear Readers,


Fall in the Air,


Wishing to fall into her arms on the bed
Wishing to fall into a bed of leaves
Wishing to sit on a porch with her
Seeing her in the light of fall in the window
Have the toast ready for the Mei Fun
Watching her with the fork and the smile
Standing in the back yard filming her walking
Seeing her skirts in the closet
Picking one for the day
Singing being heard from the kitchen
As I set the table
Singing being heard from the Porch
As I bring the Mint tea out to her
Handing her a bag of Chocolate Covered raisins
Watching her laugh at the sights of the yard
Leaves making patterns on the White Cloth
Put out just for that bit of natural staining
To use later as an art project
Things we do on odd picnics into the places we go
Sounds of the geese flying over head
Longer nights to cuddle and rest a bit more
Long showers to watch the lightening flash
Kisses her nose and toes and says

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 331

Dear Readers,


When the days are long,


I stand at the window watching the sky move
I see a tree branch spring and turn to tell you
I ponder the Prism on the window frame
It breaks apart the light and reminds me of a cape
I haven't heard your voice all night long
Though I could watch your face on the moving pictures
I know the day is longer still to wait
To see your smile as I open the car door
Hand you some flowers freshly picked
When nothing but you can fill the fingers of my hand
Laced together and held there holding sunlight
Split into the colors of the prism glow
Waiting for the days to shorten just a bit
Till your hands dance with mine again on the porch


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 330

Dear Readers,


Nine other questions yet untyped


The line I just texted to her
The line was part of lots of other queries
How was she feeling after the drive
Did she eat the sandwiches I packed
Was the weather okay in the mountains
Did the ............and then....
The questions would seem many but
I only asked a few of them
Not the Nine I could of thought of
Just how is she feeling
As that is the most important one
The others can be asked
Like how is the new car doing
How was the new snowshoes when you used them
Was the flower show as good as you thought
Though right now this second I just want to say
I love you babe
And of course

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 329

Dear Readers,


The mountain chair


It wasn't a place we could go to
But a thought that might help
Though some days it wasn't as helpful
Yet we tried it from time to time
When headaches would hinder and hands hurt
The thoughts of the mountains and chairs
Aren't new places but are all in the mind
And when that head hurts and thinking slow
Hard to slide hands over edges when hands hurt too
The mountain chair up there in the thinner air
Was going to be made sooner or later
We had a chair we wanted to use
We had several mountains we'd like to be
Moving the cabin was not an issue
We'd make a new porch for the chair
We'd borrow a patch of sky
We'd see the sunset fresh over there
Slide older hands cross forehead
Sooth the days aches off the finger tips
Get her finger nails painted in that new color
Write a short note in the book of thoughts
The mountain chair sits a girl fresh of face
And happy at hot mint tea in hand
Colored nails wrapped round the mug
I'd give her a hug when she stands
Or as the day goes on and on say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 328

Dear Readers,



Ginger Snaps

The box was sitting on the counter
The box was filled with Ginger Snaps
Kinds of them, boxes and bags and piles
The box was large and the amount of cookies
Was almost uncountable but was also known
Just not by us, until we slowly took them out
And pondered them and smiled and thought
Oh wow, so many kinds, so many places
The favorite cookie was in the box
The assortment had taken a while to collect
And the person that had given it to us
Was smiling somewhere as they knew we'd enjoy
The long long days of savoring them
The thought of licking each crumb off her fingers
Passed through my mind as I told her I'd get the tea
We also got a notebook and started making a list
The details were going to take time
The box opening was going to be fun
I saw a few that we had already tried over the years
I saw some I couldn't read the labels of
I whispered something to her and she giggled
I took her a Hot Mint tea and kissed her
Then we savored the first of many cookies
Then we put the tea down
And went to take our Shower
The long afternoon shower of those fall days
The ones that we took our time in
The ones where we talked about things
And remembered that first shower together
The one where.............

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 327

Dear Readers,



Meow


The cat said as she curled into my hands
The fur was so warm and close that I felt loved
The cat purred again and she stretched
I was happy she was there in my hands
The color was black and white and none others
The pattern was hard to say and the face purred
The meow was her telling me something sweet
The gurgle of the tummy something else
I got her some food that I knew she'd like
A can of tuna, bit by bit and I drank some tuna water
The cat purred and walked to me on the counter
The thoughts I remember then the phone rang
The sweet purr of her voice was close
And she talked in the whisper of sleep
The words she and I used were soft and many
The purrs close and the night short and dark
The night night sounded and I lay back and thought
Then on a spur to ponder what the time was
The phone flashed the light of back lit
Happy birth time exactly on the nose
The cat and me went on a long journey though the night
30 minutes later I got up refreshed but hungry
Then the two eggs then the email then the goldmoney posts
Then the hey I have the idea and wishing her

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 326

Dear Readers,


Cap Nine


The boy handed the girl a book
It's title read
Cap Nine
But was not that in the second line
Capacity 9
That line read
Well it stated it
Red letters both lines
They were in the Library
He was happy
The girl was there
They'd been there it seemed
Every day of their short lives
The lines
In the book were long
The lines on their faces too
They were old by most standards
The library
Was theirs
In their town
On their way to and fro
They weren't and they were
The oldest in town
The youth of the ages
They were always
They were forever
Young at heart
Blue and Green glasses
And bikes too
The Pillow always handy
In the car today
They were going
Tripping out thata way

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 325

Dear Readers,


A walk through my phone

The doorway opened and I walked through my phone
The doorway turned into the vastness of space
She was standing there in the space
And I was so happy that I shed tears
The tears of joy we both felt
Though the days are longer still
The millions of years between the kisses
The long years till our fingers touch
The seconds of the clock tick by
The doorway closes but is always open
She is always there in the room
Always having walked into it from other where
She is Always Brand Spanking New
And Always and Forever Soul of my Soul
We share the same heart beat and breath
We touch and never part
The sounds of the kissing and the sighs
Intense to us as we see them linger
In the slide of hand on skin and the

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 324

Dear Readers,


More than the mere Words

Sighs at the edges of sleep
The feeling of her skin
In the air about me her laughter
Used to say a slice of heaven
She is the whole bakery
Slides next to her and purrs
Sits on the park bench and hands her birdseed
Thinks of something to say and just gaze at her
The thoughts we share words unspoken sing
The cape with a big heart on it
The pictures of moss we take
With her hands in them
Soft pillow there with her leg on it
My hand on pillow and her leg
The Sweet Nothings all singing to us
The Invisible Elephants jumping for joy
As they themselves seem never to sleep
But the two of us
Her and I arranged on Pillow
Softly awake but also
Softly asleep
Drifting within the same dream
Holding Jesus' hands
And talking about
Dust motes
And turbo charging moss clumps


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 323

Dear Readers,


Those old scrapbooks


The pile was growing high
The leaves were from all over
The bits of twigs and sticks
The pile kept getting bigger
The two of them were amassing
The biggest pile of leaves
They could make
It was not an art project
But it was an art project
You might say
It was their scrapbook
This pile of leaves
Very soon it was over her head
So they just made it wider
Finally they ran out of leaves
No more near by within reason
The pile was the biggest they had made
Well this year anyway
They did this a lot
Big piles of leaves
Sometimes just to pile up
Then scatter the same day
Though other times
It was for several weeks
This pile was for the year
Well what was left of it anyway
As in 2 weeks it'd be a new one
The scrap book pile of leaves
The bits of story line
The pictures these leaves told
They took as many photos as they could
The night was moving in
The pile was there the next morning
And they both smiled
The pile was going to be fun to watch
The compost in the spring
Would be great
They'd have something to do later
The coffee was hot by now
Time for the Mei Fun and eggs on toast


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 322

Dear Readers,


I don't know


All of Her is in these Poems
She is laughing right now as I Type
From the tip of her toes
To the back of her heels
From the title that was her first words
Of my query as to a Title
And All of Her aka All of Me
As she said it could also be called
That these Poems are all about
Her and I as we travel the Millions of Eons
Through all Our Universes
To all those Places we call Home
To see things unseen and seen
To be joyful in the Togetherness
We call Us
Things could be said in a line or two
And so they are
When I wish her another Birthday of joy
With each poem in this series
As they are just that
Lines of togetherness and birthdays
Always and Forever
Soul of my Soul laced into the fabric
Of the hands held together as the two of us dance

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 321

Dear Readers,


The Call

Here we are on the phone
One playing a game
The other doing chores
We are talking about things
The game is cards
And details of chores
Emails are Awesome Babe
Thank you for the Encouragement
Kisses her hands
Smells her hair
Hands her a mint tea
She is Awesome
And her smiles too
And her laughter and giggles
Always and Forever
She hums and sings
When doing things
Dancing in the dew
Sitting on the porch swing
Holding hands when walking
Seeing things called sights
Art shows, house shows
Just looking about the places
Sliding fingers inside belt loops
Pulling her close
Hanging the phones up
Kissing her
Long into the years
Long into the century
Kissing her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 320

Dear Readers,


Slight of Hand


The cards were sitting on the table again
They had been shuffled and cut and sat there
Her hands were laced into mine
Her eyes were looking at me as we sat
The topic was going to be the next game
The topic we were talking about was silence
But for the sound of fingers sliding over each other
She is my best friend, and today we aimed to play
A game of cards, but that was paused
The pause lasted a long while
The pause lasted a week or more I am sure
Sitting there fingers laced together
Looking at each other's eyes
Doctor's orders to relax, take a load off
Not do anything much for a while
The week lasted into a month
Then the years slid by and we are still
Sitting there to this day
Laced fingers looking at each other
And smiling still at the sight of each other


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 319

Dear Readers,


Phones

We like them when they work great
We like the landline but the cells too
Though the landline is an old one
Those bells that ringy dingy
Barbell with big ear and mouth pieces
Front side, left side oh why not everything
She likes the more simple phones better
But the text on cells can be an issue
So we have a few phones we use
For traveling, for slow days, for talking
I prefer to talk to her face to face
But sometimes we have the phones only
So I go with her whenever I can
I want to be next to her with my lips
Saying things to her so she feels the sound
The sound of me telling her Hi Babe
She just said chill, so we put ice in the drinks
So here we are drinking and typing
And painting pictures of t-shirts
That we took photos of with one of the phones


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 318

Dear Readers,


XOXOXOX


The hands move over her shoulders
As hers slide over mine and we kiss
Her standing here is intense joy
I have her in my hands once again
Was it only yesterday that she was here
Did I hug her this way this morning
The answer is yes and yes
And yes when I hug her we do this
As if it were the first in a while
Hands over her back and pulling
Her close to me and the breath slow
Hardly able to breath she is here
Near me held close and intense
The day is drifting away she is here
Why think of anything else but her
The kiss soft and filling my mind
I can not think and breath is gone
The thought of her so near and
I want the hugs and kisses to last
Into the rest of the day
Into the rest of our lives


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 317

Dear Readers,


Fall

Fall needs warm snuggles to last longer
In the mornings when the fireplace is just starting
The fire having settled out during the long nights
Hot coffee in the morning fresh as soon as we can
Get out of bed to get it ready for the day

Fall needs long shirts thicker than spring
As our bodies haven't had time to adjust
Since just yesterday it was blazing hot summer
Seems that fall arrived suddenly this year
So a longer time to get moving now from sleep

Fall needs the soft touches of summer just heated
With the slow slumber under thicker covers
Wondering when our bodies will get used to it
The heat is on the fire going and the logs ready
Tilt the solar panels further down till spring

Fall needs the long nights to be filled with her
Snuggled close and breathing long into the night
Newly clipped hair to grow longer as the fall goes
Into the winter and the long sleeves tucked into coats
Soon her hours of slumber will be sweetness near me


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.