…You

I would love to make love to you tonight,
To feel your skin against mine,
To smell your wonderful fragrance,
To taste you
I want you.

I want to kiss the small of your back.
I want to kiss the nape of your neck.
I want to savor every caress, every nibble, every second with you,
Next to you,
Inside of you.
I want you.

I want to earn the gift that is your orgasm.
I want to explore every part of you.
I want to learn to play your erogenous keys like a virtuoso.
I want to take your mind and your body to heights you thought only attainable in dreams.
I want you.

I want you to be my teacher.
I long to learn what it is to make love to you,
With you,
For you.
I want you.

I want our bodies to become entwined like two trees growing in a jungle,
Never knowing,
Never seeing,
Where one stops and the other begins,
I want you.

I want our love to know no bounds;
Becoming as vast as the universe
Flowing like a river,
With ebbs and flows,
Building to crescendo,
Ever growing,
Ever loving,
I want you.

© 2008 Harvey M. Christian

They Say you are My Dad

They say you are my dad
But how can you be
When you do not know me

You call me son
But who are you?

I do not know
Will not know
Can not know

Our lives are intertwined only by blood
As we know nothing of the other except the past
Your exit from me so unceremonious
So long ago

They say you are my dad
But how can you be
When you do not know me

Good memories of you,
Of us two
Are so few
So long ago that
They fade as a movie to black

Yet, there are no applause
No, to be continued…

They say you are my dad
But how can you be
When you do not know me

You call me son
But who are you?

I do not know
Will not know
Can not know

Sad memories once filled me, consumed me
Memories of promises not kept
Love not returned

Feelings that haunted me
Rejection
Hate
Sadness
Despair
Did I make Dad leave?

They say you are my dad
But how can you be
When you do not know me

Then God’s love made these feelings fade
They too faded to black
But to the sound of a chorus of Angels
Lifting my spirit high

They say you are my dad
But how can you be
When you do not know me

You call me son
But who are you?

I do not know
Will not know
Can not know

You see,
Dad is a term earned
A Dad is a father endeared
A father respected
This you can not be because
You don’t know me…

So here we are
Me a Dad
And you my father
I thank you though
Because you showed me the way
To be the Dad I am today
“How could this be?” you say

The example you set
Put me on a path
To make me my children’s dad
I will be an open book
Sharing my strengths and flaws
I will show them what you did not show me

I
Am
Dad

© 2008 Harvey M. Christian

The Rainbow

Today, Noah saw his first rainbow

We, driving slow
Taking the long way home
Through the puddles
Big and small
Enjoying the last drops of rain
I, letting them wash away the hectic day
He, enjoying the sound of water beneath our wheels

See, I am dad
He is son

He spots it first
And says
Look daddy a rainbow daddy a rainbow!
His voice filled with excitement
His eyes filled with wonder
My heart suddenly filled with joy.

I have seen countless rainbows
He has seen one

Yet, this day I saw a rainbow through his eyes
Eyes untainted by hurt or pain
Eyes who see everything with wonder and amazement
Eyes where everything is new

For that moment I became untainted by hurt or pain
He opened my heart
Allowing the rainbow in
Filling me with wonder and amazement
Making my excitement echo his

We sat there two children enjoying God’s wonder
We sat there two children enjoying God
We sat there two children
We sat there
We sat
I and He

I will cherish this moment
A moment where Dad and son shared
A Rainbow

© 2008 Harvey M. Christian

Her eyes...

...see the world
as ones that have felt no pain
Eyes never heart broken
Eyes knowing only love and compassion

Her eyes
See the world
In a way lost to me
With wonder and amazement
With beauty and splendor

Her eyes
Study every object that passes by
Each capturing her imagination
As she studies them intently
Deconstructing what they see

Her eyes
Look at me…
…so intently
Peering into the very depths of my soul
Learning me
Speaking to me
Deconstructing me
Showing me what I cannot see

Her eyes
Command, no demand attention
Not to be ignored
But they do even this so gently
As they look at me so intently

Her eyes
Hold such beauty
That sometimes they blind me
They Inspire me
Challenge me
to be more than I ever thought I could be

Her eyes
Say love me

Her eyes
love learning

Her eyes
Speak volumes to me

Her eyes
Desire to see

Her eyes
Comfort me

I wish you could see
What I see
Through
Her eyes

© 2009 Harvey M. Christian

Statuesque

She stands tall
Tall as the goddess she is
Her color that of honey
Her Eyes filled with love and pain
Her smile as beautiful as a sunset set
Yet as rare as an eclipse

She is statuesque

Her neck invites you to kiss
Her breasts full
Full with the nectar of life

She is statuesque

Her waist is that of a woman
Her hips wide and wonderful
They sway with purpose and rhythm as she sashays
Leaving her erotic aroma in her wake
Beckoning you to take more then a glance

She is statuesque

Her thighs thick
Thick like caramel
And just as sweet

She is statuesque

Her calves are perfectly suited to her
Strong
Soft
Beautiful
Magnificent

She, is my wife
And
She, is statuesque

© 2008 Harvey M. Christian

Rediscovery- an Old Friend

Rediscovering music is like reconnecting with an old friend
Familiar and new at the same time
And both comfortable and exciting

You know the feeling

As you are enveloped in its' sounds
Your foot taps and head sways
As the rhythm penetrates
There are times when it is like you are meeting for the first time
Yet, if that were the case
You would not know each other’s melodies and memories
Involuntarily moving to the their sound
Singing each syllable of every word or note

You know the feeling

Your eyes close briefly
As you are transported to the place and time
You first felt the track that is "now playing"
Like sitting with an old friend
Listening to them retell a story from your collective past
Reliving each moment together
You return from your brief excursion euphoric

You know the feeling

As the conversation fades you are saddened because it has ended too soon
But then the next track starts
And like the next topic in a conversation with that old friend
You know this track like you know your old friend
Understanding what each crescendo or awkward pause in your conversation means
Your connection to the music reaches depths that allow
Each of you to complete the other's sentences

You know the feeling

By the time the album is complete
It’s as though you and your old friend never lost touch
For each song brought you closer
Just as each topic in the conversation with your old friend

You know the feeling

At the end of the day you part company
Vowing to keep in touch
Yet, knowing if you don't
When you meet again it will be like you never left
You and your old friend

You know the feeling…

© 2010 Harvey M. Christian

an Open Book

I thought this a fitting way to start...

I am an open book
My pages are my actions
My pages are my feelings
My pages are my words

I am an open book
My eyes are a window to my story
My heart provides the feeling
My mind is the narrator

I am an open book
My story echoes yours
I live
I love
I laugh
I cry

I am an open book
My story is differs from yours
I cry
I laugh
I love
I live

I am an open book
My pages turn
Still being written
Stories untold
Watch my story unfold

I am an open book
The plot that is me thickens with each turn of the page
My story takes the twists and turns of a winding road
Weaving a story whose conclusion is unknown even to me

I am an open book
If my story intrigues you
I invite you to
Continue to read my story
Because I am an open book

© 2008 Harvey M. Christian