Ever does the rose blossom in the garden of my heart...alone yet not alone surrounded by many a beautiful flower, yet alone but not alone as the most delicate and full and beloved. Though storms may have savaged and ravaged the garden of my heart...alone yet not alone still grows that most beautiful rose. Alone yet not alone rising up full a'bloom...the delicate strength of its stem holding fast in the rich soil despite the harsh rains a'pelted down upon it. Alone yet not alone...the tender tenacity of its petals purviewing out wide despite the vicious winds that a'gailed it. Alone yet not alone...ever does that most beauteous rose blossom deeply in my heart.
~Christopher H. Price
Once vividly green
Now brilliant and varied be
Softly down they fall.
~~~/~~~
Soft auburn of tress
Deeply soulful brown of eye
Such beauty is She.
~~~/~~~
Shinny black, it sits
Current pulsing beneath it
Yet, burn it does not.
~~~/~~~
Cool but not yet cold
Air crisp but not yet freezing
Gone is Sol’s season.
~~~/~~~
Hard, soft, mellow, harsh
However it fills the air
Music stirs the soul.
~~~/~~~
Shimmering softly
Raging quietly along
The river calms me.
~~~/~~~
Sensuous yet not
Caressed into being
My beautiful lamp.
An empleasured pain
So strong as to nare’be Hate
Is dichotomic Love.
~~~/~~~
The sight of her smile
My heart breaking with pure joy
An angel is she.
~~~/~~~
Tall is the old tree
Its leafs no longer full green
Autumn, quick to come.
~~~/~~~
Gray-blue is the sky
A pretence to a soft rain.
To sust’ mother Earth.
~~~/~~~
Deeply blue is She
Not beauteous but a beaut’
Is my lil’ Tucson.
~~~/~~~
Thunderously loud
She freed my spirit and mind
I miss my H-D.
~~~/~~~
Her innocent laugh
She lifts my spirit always
I love my lil’ girl.
~~~/~~~
The song of her voice
Like an Angel of Choir
Ever joys my heart.
- A Leaf -
Quietly, I lay under the old tree
Gazing up into its branches
Blithely watching its feathering leafs
Through its gnarling limbs, sunlight beams
And I think of Life..of Love..of finer things
Of the smile of my child..of a woman a’far
And the joy that into my life they do bring
Quietly, I lay under the old tree
Gazing up into its branches
Blithely listening to a bird as it sings
Upon its gnarled limbs, does the bird sit
And I think of Life..of Love..of all that I miss
Of the smile of my Mother..and of family a’far
And joy that, at times, is only remembered bliss
Quietly, I lay under the old tree
Gazing up into its branches
Blithely following the fall of a single leaf
From its gnarled limb, does the single leaf fall
And I think of Life..of Love..my place in it all
Of all the smiles I’ve given and have been given so far
And from the joy in my heart, does a single tear fall
…as that lone little leaf flutters down upon my chest
- A Dance in the Rain -
A light gray day
Soft green grass
The sky lightly opens
And I watch her dance
Soft droplets upon her cascade
As she twirls and writhers
The smile in my heart no mere façade
As I watch the soft droplets play
Upon Her naked flesh
Outstretched arms...Upturned face
She writhers and twirls
A sensual vision of, stark naked, grace
As my heart a’lights to the sight
Of her eyes beaconing a come hither
Request.
A soft grey day
Lightly upon the grass
Her arms lovingly open
And I a’join her dance
Droplets, softly down, upon us descend
As we caress and slither
The passions in our hearts not pretend
As the rain and our fingers play
Upon Our naked flesh……
CHP, 22 Sep 09
To savour all that is Her
To explore and divine all
of her passions all her desires
To learn and empractice
a man would aspire.
To rend real all her fantasies
To indulge her every sweet sin
succumbing to every temptation
To ignite and stoke
the fiercest fires within.
To burn from dusk to dawn
To blaze passionately, engulfed
an inferno, fiercer then old Sol
To rage and burn
one night would never be enough.
~CHP, March 16, 2009
CRASH!
You falling into me
with such powerful gentility
Rending me in the storms
of your sweetest sensuality
Echoing all that is my heart
my desires - so passionately
With my mind's eye wide open
...I see the reality of now
...and what will be...
Crashing into You
...Crashing into Me
~CHP, March 9, 2009
If the night be cold and long...
...thoughts running to deep...
...unable to sleep.
Just stop and breath...
...and dare to dream
..an awakened dream.
For life is oft a torturous mess,
yet oft as well a magnificent gift.
So, savour the moments...
That joy the heart...
...enlighten the spirit...
...impassion the soul.
And dare to dream...
..an awakened dream.
For in these awakenings,
we may see...
..all that joys us...
..all that enlightens us...
..all that impassions us...
...and all that yet may be.
~CHP, March 4, 2008
Bodies entwined, what treasures they find
as hands explore every peak and valley
..soft sighs..impassioned moans..
the symphony of two souls embraced.
To see...
To touch...
To taste...
...all the visions...
...all the sensations...
...all the flavours...
of two bodies blended in
passionate bliss.....
...entwined in eternal echoes of love and lust...