One May

One doesn't hike Hawaii;

it hikes you.

One may pass its peaks,

but one's passage 
depends upon one's peeks 

One may stroll its sands,

but never feel beached.

One can't dip a foot into the surf 

without feeling the undertow.

One can't help its charm;

its charm helps you.

One May one may

view its natural beauty

and see your own.

The Space between the Notes

A breath is taken somewhere

between a gasp and gulp.

Taste happens somewhere

between a nostril, a lip and a tongue.

A swallow occurs somewhere

between a nibble and a sip.

A touch lies

between anticipation and comfort.

Lips ignite

between pursed to puckered

Passion's peeking

between desire and destination

Epiphanies awaken

when real becomes known.

Sheets (and jammies) keep the space

between sensuality and slumber.

A touch comforts

between a stroke and a caress.

A laugh releases

between awkward and the abstract.

A tear appears

between sadness and joy; pain and relief.

Yearnings emerge as the space

between a departure and a return.

A compliment arrives

Somewhere between approval, admiration and envy.

Pride shows off

between contentment and conceit.

Déjà vu is a moment

between present and past.

Recognition rewinds us

between familiar and known.

Love impassions

between known and desired.

The silence between our notes

makes our harmony.

Love as Art

Loving as an art form,

Brushes briskly bold and brash,

Transforms a blank canvas.

Its palette paints passion:

gleaming pinks, reds, then purples,

busily spilling onto the work of art.

From a hint of facial flush

Follows a touch of blush

Leads into a flaunting of flesh

making nerve endings bristle.

While brushing aside dissimilarities

the imagery develops and disseminates.

As every dab and pat matters

Each patterns into something more than before

Strokes stoke the hues of emergence

Always colorful; never dull

Some shades of black and blues

Yet nothing's black and white

Turning some effects into silver

Others into golden memories

If open to influence beyond our minds,

Unhampered by concern or lacking confidence,

Each wave of the wand

Becomes uninhibited love energy.

While not always spotting the depth and the dimensions,

Our personalities coat our panoramas;

Our characters create our landscapes;

Our creations captivate our souls.

As child-like freedom promises,

A natural state of love and joy emerges.

Loving as an art forms

our dynamic duo.

Whether using oils or watercolors,

It manifests into wanting words.

It’s marked into body lanquaging, 

Revealing tears and smiles,

Pleasures and plea-sings,

Triggers and treats,

Revelations and reveal-ations, 

Understandings and underlyings

Fostering flow and creative sap

Loving becomes poetic portraits.

Breathing and exhaling

Expanding and exploring

Stimulating and stirring

Romancing the stone

Reflecting the pool

Remembering the rules

Two souls singing their tunes

Harmonizing

Mostly action and reaction

Give and take