Your hand grasps mine
as I stumble,
walking along the jagged rocks
Your strength,
Your masculinity
and your tender caring
embodied in that small,
yet infinitely vast movement.
Laughter dances in your eyes
as we walk along the shore
silent...
yet each nerve,
each muscle,
screaming our desire.
The artist in you
shines in your eyes
as you savour the beauty
of a small stream
bleeding from the earth
nourishing the clear, blue,
Caribbean waters.
Your muscles
ripple
you appear god like
astride your board
riding the waves
in total control.
Power reflects
from every glistening drop
as you emerge
from the conquered sea
Smelling of salt and sand
Glowing
Smiling
Opening your arms
to ME.

Crash
into my life-
what matter the luggage you bring?
For the excesses
can be tossed away
to make room for new.
It's you I want
the same man
my always man.
To live with,
wake with,
discover the world with,
the meaning of life with.
CRASH, STORM, RAGE,
that I may feel
the wind against my face
making the blood burn in my cheeks,
that I may feel
the rain on my lips
so I can savour
the sweetness,
and feel a shiver up my spine
that I may exalt
in the passion...
the wonder...
the life and love
pounding within us.