poem for her 580

Dear Readers,


Dreaming of snow

The outside hot was such that we wanted snow
To eat in a cup with a cream topping
To splash on my face and chill the day
The beach was out as was the pond
The little spring in the hillside slow
The shower turned warm even on cold
We started planning trips to the snow
The places to go now that have snow
The dreams of where to find it
The things we've done in the snow
Those snow angles and the pictures
We have of snow filled scenes
We gathered snow thoughts all around us
Then crushed some ice and made some drinks
Noise of the ice crushing, the slushies
Mixed fruits and watermelon and ice
The Ice Wine not Ice enough but some chilled
There was just one thing left to do
Kiss her long and dance slow in the cool of evening

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 579

Dear Readers,


Sleeping


There you lay the sounds of slumber
Close at my fingertips sliding down your back
The t-shirt cool that one from 2002
The colors faded a bit but soft
Like your skin under it
There I am telling you a tale of streets
The byways we went yesterday
Or the ones we have plans to go walk
There you slumber the day's mid point slow
The sun hidden behind curtains and shades
The heat outside cool within
The soft breathing and sighs and music of you
I listen to you as you sooth me
I talk less and touch more
I ponder the feel of skin again and again
I like the feel of your sounds on my ears
Then you roll over and kiss my lips
And my mind forgets anything but you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 578

Dear Readers,


Red for a hue

Red today I asked
Then handed her a rose

The toes were painted
The hue was a clue
That rose was on her toes

I mentioned a Yanni tune
The dancing beat
Was cheery to our feet

The heat outside
Kept us inside
There were those drawings
She did upside down

The blue notebook almost full
Sheets pulled off the shelf
There filled fresh and new

Glasses on the table
Sitting beside a cherry bowl
Filled with Red of a hue


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 577

Dear Readers,


Describing a flower


Soft texture hues as the skin touches you
Slides the verbs about with my tongue
Then feel you sigh as I say hello
I put my fingers on your arm breath slow
I can almost tell the number of sighs
Out number the flowers outside
You smile softly as I trace the hem
The shirt is black and sequined
I ask you to touch right hand to left
Then kiss your right hand then touch left
You giggle as you know the meaning
The crunch of chips in the bag many
There is a lunch plate near
The Yogurt cup has some words you read
I wonder what that means
The flower is blue like your eyes
The smell of fruit on your lips
As I kiss you slowly and we merge
Hand in hand a dance begins


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 576

Dear Readers,


The driver

There you sit in the driver's seat
The coat on because it is cold out
But then the next look it's you in summer
The togs are cool looking and you smile
The scene changes again and I stir
The dream drifts a bit and I see you
Laying just inches away from me
I reach out to the hot skin of your sleep
Where your body is a heat pump warming us
The fan overhead cools the room
I kiss your shoulder bare and you stir
Then drift in sleep toward my touch
Rolling over and snuggling close
I keep kissing your arm now the front side
There is a sigh and you say
I love you
We drift back to sleep
The dreams sweet and dawn far off


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 575

Dear Readers,

Lunch

That peanut butter sandwich blackberry filled
Sticky fingers and a wash clothe too
There for you after the long hot mowing
The towels never quite got you dry
So we rotated the fan filling the room with breeze
Sometimes the meal is better after work
Sometimes the nap is better first
Never know the results till after you do
I Picked white cause I was thinking another color
But I knew we didn't have it so white fills in
There is that thing called imagination
And tie dye t-shirt green as summer leaf
Sweet mint tea and a lazy glass of wine
There on the dinner table the flowers for later
To add to dinner's salad and the slice of pear
There is that nibbled on veggie straws
Dust of salt on your finger tips and savor
Your long kiss as we think about what to do next

Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 574

Dear Readers,


Feather touches

The summer is high and hot days here
The swoop swoop of the fans above
Cooling the air just a shade less
The feather touches of your finger tips
Sooth the old muscles of my shoulders
There is the butterfly light kiss you give
The soft sigh as you take the lunch plate
The grilled cheese made like you like it
The glass of wine with strawberry in it
The game of pick up sticks on the table
The sound of the thunder in the distance
The chill of the air as the clouds move in
The sound of the rain on the cabin roof
The breeze cool with moisture dense
There is that pause where we think
Hey a nap would be great about now
And off to the light slumber of rain
The fans above chilled down the air
We drift off to sleep with feather touches

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 573

Dear Readers,


Fingers laced


The soft touches of your fingers
Laced into mine as we dance a slow step
The soft ground under foot
At times dewy grass
Others a rug or carpet
The feeling of bare feet both our style
The fingers laced and soft edges
We don't know the ends of the other
The soft touches down your back
The sound of your fingers on my skin
The videos played the soft sighs
The pictures of your feet in dance
The days long and longer still
As fingers lace and dance about
The food for thought on a cracker here
Fingers cupped to catch the crumbs
Lick your fingers of the fruit
Laced together forever

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 572

Dear Readers,


Those mazes

Then you climb the ladder
There is a door
Go left
Then right
Then you get a kiss
Then the other door
Oh yeah this is a new game
Not the one that you did
But a kiss if you do
And a kiss if you dance
The music is up loud
I can hardly sing this song
Glad you know the words
The puzzles are one thing,
Mazes another best on paper
Like card games
Flip for memory
Uncover for a prize
Tire us out on a hot summer day
Now is the time for a nap
Brings over a large pillow
Gets the sheet turned down
Sets a timer for morning


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 571

Dear Readers,


Those long summer days

The sun is up and the moon too
The day is scheduled to be long
Longest in the sunshine same 24 hours
The naps take longer to do
The heat of the day just so
The need to have a light lunch
Dress you in a skirt to cool
Go on a short drive down the lane
Spend a lot of time in the evening
On a swing and just watch the sun sink
When the daylight fades count the stars
Each star gets a kiss like you
Then we might not stop till dawn
The kissing going on all night
Loosing track of the stars
Your lips lull us to sleep
The night shorter than winter
But wrapped in your arms

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 570

Dear Readers,


Breakfast in bed


Or as this day could be called
Late night supper at 3 am

The day started oddly not to soon after 3 am
There was that slice of wakefulness
The talking and not sleeping as it were
There the night drug on and on
Awake so early and no sleep in sight
That I was not able to touch your side
And help you go back to sleep
Us being in different places made the night longer
...Than each of us could stand
But if we were in the same space

Breakfast in bed

There you wake it is early and still dark out
The night odd that you are awake and I ask
What is up babe, besides you
You say something and I touch your tummy
The sounds under the surface many
Tummy issues have been a bit over the years
Soft soothing touches till your eyes close
The sighs part your lips and then sleep
Sleep a bit wake a bit, sooth you all night
Till the dawn breaks the edges of the sky
The wakeful bit is okay now as it is light
Now to think of what your tummy could eat
I fix it light and easy to serve
Bring you the meal so breakfast in bed


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.

Poem for her 569

Dear Readers,


Fingers Touch

Your feet first, as you take your shoes off
I touch your socks they smell of fresh grass
Then the bare feet as I slip off the socks
Then the wash clothe a cool one, with care
The feet get washed and air dried from above
The whoosh flow of air from above cooling you
The feet dry and massaged rubbed on and kissed
Slowly the ankles and calves too ease you legs
The fingers touch the legs and feet so you doze
The pillows were fluffed the water cool not cold
The mowing done and you aglow with the heat
Cooling at the massage and now drifting off to
Sleep the afternoon away as I lay the covers on
Light sheet and dim the shades on the setting sun
There I go to kitchen slow, boil some eggs
Make a light salad and some things for you later
When I am done there, come slip into bed
Lay there a while soothing your back with soft touch

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 568

Dear Readers,


Purring

The cat purring is good for the cat
The sound is a healing sound at the best level
The purring She hears this morning is me
I used to rrrrrr sound at the dinner table
My dad would ask me to stop that noise
I didn't know what noise he was on about
I purr, on my out breath I can do louder
But it's mostly a low rrrrr sound slow
I think she needs a lot of purrrrs today
That headache she has needs a long rrrr
To slowly heal the edges, a slow neck rub
Some hot drink, coffee or tea and me
Long rrrrr and a slow rubbing the back
Long rrrrr and the kiss on the shoulder
Ice cold wash clothe and purring
Then a face sinus massage to break out
Those sinuses that might be putting pressure
Then something slow and easy to eat
Kisses my Babe slowly on her finger tips
Rrrrrr rrrrrr rrrrrr rrrrrr rrrrrr


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 567

Dear Readers,


Mild Ice skating

The weather isn't there yet
But I get out the Ice skates
Then realize they aren't mine
They were from another time
There was that cool sport
Slicing ice on the cold ground
The movement easy and free
But that I had never used them
Wasn't the theme, but that I wrote
About them being used
I wondered if She had used them
I haven't a clue I haven't asked
The question never came up
I live so far south it's not a topic
There I was holding a pair of ice skates
These were really small a toy
But here I was, thinking
Cabin in woods, hard frozen pond
There is that idle thought again
If we could would we
I have a table tennis table
Stored for a future game room
Where to put the ice rink
For use in summer
Ah yes, in a Hockey arena
Simple problem solved easy
Now to find one

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for you 566

Dear Readers,


While

..You were in my hands You slept
..I saw you sitting there you smiled
..The day was cold you warmed me
..I was hungry you fed me by a look
..I was lonely you gave me a day of hope
..I wasn't looking you loved me
..I loved you we talked of things
..We conversed the days grew together
..We emailed I advised you of things
..I made you go um about my thoughts
..The love grew and grew till that call
..I thought of lines of pillows talking
..The days rolled by the end of year
..The thoughts of loneliness faded
..We loved the distance grew less
..We traveled the meeting place neared
..We parked the look for neared
..The first kiss happened the sparks
....Flew in that line of Electricity
..I kissed your lips the sighs sealed
....Us with a kiss and sounds of cat purrs
..I write this you sleep near me and
....I write

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sounds of Dark and Sun #19

Dear Readers,


The phone rang.

I picked it up. Saying nothing. The old Bell Telephone was beige and had those barbell like mouth piece and Speaker not a lot of moving parts and nothing that would die in a Nuke attack. But I still didn't say anything. Never my custom to do that. They don't call this number for idle chatter about the world of golf, or fashion.


The voice on the other end sounded like a duck in a cartoon, no words in english like Daffy would have thrown in. They spoke for several minutes and then the others came on the line, other sounds like a mixture of langauages a bug swarm might make as well as the sub-India Highlands.

Then Charles Danner's voice was there. Danner was stuck in a solar tornado and or hurricane as he stated it, but then his connection faded out totally and the duck fellow got in the last words before the line went dead.

Darn It.

I hate when my plans might fail.

I Thee be Dark. The name I prefer to have heard spoken I shall not tell you, lest you have power over me, But dark is my friend. I am not one to wax poetic but as you all know, This is my Auto Biography and I have to include some of my feelings to carry you all My Children on while I can not help you much from where I am at this time.

A prisoner but free, caught in amber but stuck in a state I don't really like. Earthly house, not my goal of bigger things.

I have to go soon, there seems to be a big shindig in Sun Valley, Idaho... I da hoe I da whore don't fit the slanged run on words these Humans have in these parts.

Boo Hoo we got to get more Ice for my drinks, your sisters will be arriving shortly and we have some castrations to start, Poor sad bagless human males, I told them, don't touch the girls.

There is some beer in my fridge I have been sampling these brews, so many to choose from that I am only going to be able to drink 21 different kinds a week, to stay more or less sober.

'arvey the movie dude is going to be a dudelet in prison, but I will wait till the Judge does the sentencing, no sense in lessening his fear factor.

There was a care package today I got My Yellow GMC Vandura back from the last Witching Hour in the wilds of Columbia. I like those people That respect Women.


Yours, Dark.

Poem for her 565

Dear Readers,


100,001 kisses


The note in the old blue book said
This date this time that You'd Be
Here with Me and I'd have almost been
At 98,000 kisses, but we'd still need more
The girl you are reading the note smiles
She was grey of hair and smiled a the thought
The grey was slower than it would have been
But it was still drifting in
As you smiled I had been grey before you
But we met when I was already thus
The note also said
That on date of Birth circa 75
Be thee and me there
The gift would be
That table tennis set we saw that
Also had a pool and cue set and
Shuffle board and the other games
The set would be in a nice out building
In that nice place we have out in the woods
The note was full of other things still
But limited space on the napkin
Placed only a few more notes to read
One said, Unfold me
We did
Inside the folded napkin
A thin tissue paper was hidden
The notes and flowers and spring feel
Was of our own making
That we knew to remind ourselves the clue
We were older than the notes
The chill of the spring or fall air fresh
We'd been kissing the left ankle
With sweet nothings for a long while
Happy Grand X meeting to you too babe
Now follow the instructions
Kiss your left hand slow
Breath in a sigh of freshness spread
The butter soft and the graham cracker crunch
The soft taste of you on my finger tips


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 564

Dear Readers,


Penny from heaven


The butterfly danced into the space
There was wings and grace
There was blonde hair noticed
There was the no sound made
Then the forced to look
There was a movement in my mind
A need to talk to a fresh anyone
The first words lost to time
The knowledge sure that female true
Then days and weeks and flow of dance
The stance is now of a flicker
The eye twinkle in your eyes
Your pictures on my phone and here
The penny of the stories not you
But the penny from Heaven Only you
My touch soft as feather fall
But yours softer still
The voice of your inner core
Soft soft sweet something soft
The sweet nothings fill the air
Flowing from wings and glow
Filling the air about you now
Filling the world of ours
Peace we share and Home we are


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sounds of Dark and Sun #12

Dear Readers,



The postage stamp was from Cuba, which while odd wasn't that odd. I looked at the picture on the inside and was amazed at the realism and how the details were growing on me as I gazed at it, then realized I had fallen asleep.


I sighed.

This was going to be harder than It Looked Like. Ill conceived the voice behind my left shoulder said and Laughed.

I didn't turn. TM was his name that creature had been there that night long ago. I asked a question verbally to the air and he had arrived. Sighs. She was lost in the multiVerse but he knows where and I can't force him to tell me. Lord Knows I have tried. Soon though, Soon I will rip it out of him.

He laughed again and said.

Bobby is in Sun Valley.

I was aware of the meet and greet the billionaires and the court jesters and the yada yada groupies and the 'lex 'ones types and the 'ilderbergers and the other kinds. Lurking and sneering at the common folks.

Go Away TM.

And he did.


The sender of the letter had included a news clipping.

... Breaking News, World Famous Artist Charles Edwin Danner is Going to have a huge showing of his Highly Hyper Realistic Jungle scenes on The friday and sature. redacted for 5 lines then a lipstick kiss and a small

<3 the lipstick smelled of caramel and there was a thin blonde hair next to a tiny cat drawing.

Oh My God,

She is here.

But so was bobby and he was Dark.

I was in a cold sweat when the bell for the door sounded. It was 'ohn from 'he 'oung 'urks. Thank God a real human.




.............



told you all it would arrive sooner or later.


See us next time same station same universe same umm,,, bat channel


May You all have the Peace of Christ.

Charles.

Poem for her 563

Dear Readers,



Sighs at your giggles


The sound you make when I answer the phone
Your name shows up the flip open and I say
I love you and other things too
I love you the second time and
The 3rd
The knowledge that we carry the 3
And with the better math habits
Make sure our sums
Are zero
The 3 aren't numbers
Your sighs and sounds of light giggle
And happiness and flowers flowing
The spring just opened the water filled cup
Turning the tap on and out the cup go
The overflow sharing the peace
That passes all understanding
Hearts and minds together
There is that sound you make
That words of page can't tell others
The free feeling that is my being
Always turning to you and saying

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sun Valley Goes Dark

Dear Readers,


As stated on my tweeter feed, and the thoughts of what billionaires should or shouldn't do with those trillions of yeast cells they have in those big beer vats, and all the rest of the multiverses of my story lines. I introduce you to yet another of the series of stories under the Thread " Alternative Universes of Charl dan Ur"



Charles Danner as he is know in most of the stories found on this blog, or a few other names in the non published section of my writings. This story takes place in a universe that looks a lot like our own, but the subtle changes you will see later. There is curtain events and the Names of the Live right now people will be so noted with only the first letter ala Edgar Allen Poe. C R is that dude who had a talk sit down one on one and yada yada... T is several people from a Potus to a guy Named Turnip that kills people for a living and works as a henchman for the world crime Org, The son's of Dark. see Title for more thoughts on that.

The series of short news reports and or letters or phone calls that this story will be told in will follow in the social Media like format of out sound bite world today.

They will be listed in the title box as .............. Sounds Of Dark and Sun # something the numbers will not start with 1 and they might be mixed up, as you all don't know all the story,, for that matter I don't either, I create on the fly, making it up as I go along, in a form of stand up story flipping page turners, that help keep my speech Impediment in check, I trained myself to be a verbal story teller. Writing it down was even harder, but as readers of my blog know, I write a lot.

Thanks for visiting, we will get the next bit out soon.


May You all have the Peace of Christ,

Charles.

Poem for her 562

Dear Readers,


Hey good looking

The song is playing on the tape deck
The song was put there by my dad looking
For recording his layers of tapes
To CD and then whatever else he does
The audiophile in him is grand
I am just a listener
I do like to talk a lot
So I write it down
Line for line into a country music song
Then she walks in and dances slow
Hi Babe I say in the line next
Then she does a twirl and smiles
I hand her the piles of CDs
The ones dad has been making for her
The ones we play a lot
The ones in the library
Miles away in town
We loaned them when we set it up
The library and the greenhouse
The town is small
But she and I swing slow
There in t he living room
Doe see doe swing her in a sway
Then that kissing slow all day long


Happy Birthday Babe.

Charles.

Poem for her 561

Dear Readers,



Desktop and Laptop

Those two old computers talked
They sat there on the table
The laptop was a gamer
The desktop was a mailer
The two of them looked over that a way
There sat the Two
The Boy in blue glasses
The Girl in green glasses
The Big Pillow
The story book opened
The pens dancing
The thin stack of cards glowing
The story was asking them
Hey which way did I go
The Boy smiled
And pointed to the Girl
The laptop yelled
We won
We one
We are Home


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 560

Dear Readers,


The jack of all trades


My dad was one of those
But she is one of those too
Saying that might be odd
That today she got Blades
And she is, nor is he named jack
Laughs at my own slight joke
But then slips my hand in the cookie jar
Sees the brown ceramic one of old
Gets the cookie out
Get back off the fridge top
Then the dream fades
Waking up
There is the slice of dream
And cookie crumbs
Or are those veggie straws
There on your finger tips
It was cold that night
You wanted the snack
Your car was new to me
There it was
There was the thoughts
Oh the taste of your lips
Veggie straw oil salt yours
Licks my lips thinking of you
Lays my fingers on your arm
Turn you slightly
Hands you the bag
And smiles
You have a new title

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem or her 559

Dear Readers,


Sleepy Time

That first night long ago
Laying beside you and aglow
The lights down low
The Pillow cuddled near by
The soothing touch of skin
The warmth you turn up
The flow of the evening

The last evening slow
There you were on my shoulder
There was the sound of slumber
You cuddles in my arms

Or the afternoon nap
When the eyes fall closed
And we move to lay down
Sleep those minutes away
Then hungry get up
Have some nice food
You and me
Our plate and the forks
Or just a bunch of crackers
And things to go on top
Finger foods

Sleepy time soon babe
Just you and me and Pillow
Snuggled close


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 558

Dear Readers,


Card in the Hand

Those long walks on tile floors
Trying to pick out the cards
Ones for sick friends, or their cats
Those for him and her on birthdays
Those about a thank you
The fun filled small print
The things they say
Or the big blanks to add to
The colors and the prices Oh My
There the shop racks seem unsorted
The cards my uncle Richard sent
Are the ones I remember most
They were hand made
They had writing all over the place
Cut and pasted pictures
Things that moved
They were never the same
Always surprising
The care of his mind
Made me think
Hey a scrapbook for her and I
Let's put some poems in there
Let me get the card folder
Here you go Babe

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 557

Dear Readers,

The waterfalls


There were several
One whole plan full of them
The cabin had this nice spring
The city house had a pond
The plans were all about waterfalls
They were short and slow
Or tall and fast
They were to get wet in
Or just watch and gaze at
One at each place was for us
The high shower kind
The pumps worked on sunlight
She could just stand there
Brighten up my days
The water fell from on high
Soaking her hair golden
The drops shining on her shoulders
The natural rocks built to a bench
Lots of effort went to make these
The drops of water many
Touching her slowly
Like fingers of my hands

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 556

Dear Readers,


Dinner

The meal was set and ready
But the idea was that we'd be
There in the room together
Not having to stop to see
The edges of other things
But if we wanted to do those
We could as we could have dinner at two
Or at three
Or at the times we choose
Those were the bits
The sips
The little snacks of picnics
The dinner for two
A plate shared
Sometimes just at home
Sometimes on the outing
There was always a thought
What to eat so that things slow
Could be taken slow
And things fast
Would be there to last
Dinner isn't the rush
The meal is easy as you and me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 555

Dear Readers,


Those numbers again

The clock read 4:44 and you said
Those numbers again
And I asked what that meant
The discussion was short then
But we chatted about it later
Then they started happening
All over the country side
Then I go to post to you a poem
Look up there and I thought
Hey it's the same
5 fingers on my hand
Laced into yours
OXOXOXOXOX
Five of a kiss
Five of a hug
Laced back round again
Then I'd add in the ~
Which is a lick
So five hugs, 5 licks, and five kisses
There we go a change of thoughts
The numbers take on new meanings
Kisses you long into the night

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 554

Dear Readers,


Voice

The soft voice of her as she says
Good morning and turns
Kisses me that long good morning

The soft voice as she says
Shuffle the cards
And gets up to open the curtains

The soft voice as she says
Look at the new color I got
Showing me her nails

The soft voice as she says
I love you
Whenever

The soft voice
As she drifts off to sleep
Sighing my name
So sweet


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 553

Dear Readers,


Kiss in the afternoon

Softly the light shaded at window edge
The dove on the window sill out of egg
The flow of the afternoon conversations
The Game information shared and Soda too
The soft kiss on hands and toes tickle you
Nap on the comfy bed and you there
Softly sliding hands under shoulder
Touching the sore spots so I could
See where I needed to go on your body
Move my fingers there and sooth
The slow afternoon glazed into Tea and Cake
Soft kisses that part the day In Two
The first half the morning kisses
The second half the afternoon kisses
Kisses and kisses and oh so sweet
One more full day of kisses
The summer filled


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 552

Dear Readers,


Fantasy Story lines


She is the girl wonder in several
...The one with the junkie car
You'd see it as junk
She'd see it as junk too, but know
Once she touched it that would change
It would be any she wanted it to be
As the story would need it to be.
...The girl listed in the Charles Danner
Story lines, she is most important
The object of some of them
There only mentioned in others
The desire of the part played by me
...Several stories that have been
Rattling around in my head these last
Few years, She is of course in a lot
...Little miss daisy in the stories
That have a child's tongue twister
Kinda sorta feel to them
...The girl with green glasses
In some poems of her and me that
Have a given feel and tie to things
In our mutual pasts
...Many other places and times in
The vast array of stories she knows
And some I have yet to think up
,,,,,,Through all the threads and
Thoughts of the creative worlds
She is center seat on the bike ride
Through Time and space
The apple of my eye as it were
Even though sometimes
The stories never get shared outside
The conversations she and I have
Love you babe, always and forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 551

Dear Readers,


Dialing 551....

You wanted to hear my voice
There that day and I wanted to hear you
That first call
Long ago

I called you and left voice mails often
When you were away, and calls hard
Though if calls could be
We'd stay on the phone
All night

The sitting together in the same space
Voices softer not as filled in length
More touching you with a gaze
The volume of speaking higher
But not as much with voice
The energy levels fast
The power turned up
You there
Soaking

The need to say with thoughts
The power of you in my world
The need to tell you
Love soaking in you
The wash of your touch over me
Many layers so few words to use
Soaking in you

The sound of your sighs
As your lips part
That first kiss
That first day
That sound
So sweet
Loved


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 550

Dear Readers,


Porch swing chilling

We almost figured out a way to sit in ice
But then that was easy in winter, this was summer
Where to get the cooler weather out side
Hands you the iced Mint Julep and Ice pack
We put that in front of the small fan
It blew a bit of chill just not much
I suggested moving an Iceberg down from the north
You laughed at that and we talked about puzzles
The ones with snowy scenes and in winter
The chilled spring that was in the spring house
The cool thoughts and more iced mint juleps
The sun finally set behind the trees
And a cooler wind blew and we kissed some more
Sliding hand in hand off the swing
We danced a bit out on the porch
Then danced a bit through the door
Then danced a bit more into the cool inside
Kissing each other all the way

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 549

Dear Readers,


Vacation


The small cottage was on a small lake
The was a Pull down Murphy bed on one wall
There were artist tools in cabinets neat
There were books and reading glasses too
There was a screened in porch with swing
She sat there on the swing alone
It was her little retreat she helped design
So things there were her placements
It wasn't like she was alone, but she could
Go and take a vacation there on the lake
Away from the hustle bustle of the world
Car was always handy when she was out here
Even if she might not drive it at all
Further down the road was a cabin
She shared that space but out here alone
The space was used whenever she needed it
Years might go by with only a few visits
Though when she wanted help cleaning it out
I'd be there to lend a broom and dust pan
But this was her place to retreat to rest
The love we share is fuller than any cabin
Fuller than any single state or planet
She has always been my forever Girl


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 548

Dear Readers,


So Honored

There was a line in a mail one christmas eve
The words were filled with a joy both felt
Intense and many years in the making
I was posting to my blog again and was saying
Things about Her but also not saying all
You other readers might never know her name
If you ever do it will have been first family
Then slowly into the future not written by me
I am so honored that she is my biggest fan
She said in that long ago email "I am ..."
The many words and many days since glorious
It is summer when these words are typed
The heat is dry and still, But she is near
Head on my shoulder and heart beat close
Sleeping the morning edges away softly
The times they are many when I write her
You other readers don't see those musings
But the slices of the here and now you see
Are as full of the bright light of our days


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.