The D Spot

If you settle for what you’ve got—
You deserve what you get.

I walked with you down the garden path
deep in dreams last night.
Arbors of leaves shaded us from
the early summer light.
Flowers bloomed in the
wake of our laughter.
under dappled rays of sun
We sat together on the old carved bench
and dreamed of times to come.
The sun it bathed our shoulders and
I leaned into you once or twice
Beneath our feet a carpet of pine
Fragrant balsam spice.
We walked again in the garden, amongst the flowers green
we spoke of all and nothing
of truth and love and dreams.
You held me in your arms then, and swore to not let go
in our secret space of wonder
In the garden of our souls.

Sometimes the time spent just speeds up on me and I turn around
and I see how fast its all going.
The sand in the hourglass just never stops its’ ceaseless fall.
And I am watching fascinated as each grain speeds by.
So much to do and little time when you get right down to it.
There are things I will never do and I have some sense of regret.
There are things I want to do that I won’t be able to do and
the regret for those things cuts twice as deep.
Of the many things I’ve done, I
am glad of most.
I repent of some
and I wish others back again for a do-over.
Some of which I did, I did for myself
Most for others
and all for love.
Watching the grains of sand with one eye on my watch.
Wondering just how far I’ll get before time runs out.

I awoke this morning from
yet another dream;
sheets tangled, heart racing–
how can it not be real?
Your voice whispers in my ear and
my blood thrums to your breath.
And yet
when I try to feel your skin
I am rewarded with just
a kiss of air
beneath my open palm.