To be wanted

For someone to fix her in a gaze
Is all she wanted.

For that someone to find
Irresistible in her form
Breathtaking in her lips
The milky way in her eyes
A treasure worth digging
A blizzard worth braving

Enough was being said
But she wanted to feel it
In the beat of his heart
As he leaned into her
Arrested…
by her femininity so unique
He would be unable to peel himself
off of her…

He would want her unashamedly,
Unashamed indeed, for he would know
With a knowledge so intimate
That what stands in his presence
Is royal, if not goddess
He would be painfully aware
Of every second lost
Painful indeed, for he would know
With a knowledge so profound
That what is in his possession
Is rare, if not divine.

Slowly…
It dawns on her
This is romantic
Only when it doesn’t happen.

Not intent on arriving

I am a traveler

I have tickets to everywhere

I know that isn’t fair

And if you think this is hot air

Allow me to share;

Manuscripts are my airfare!

A book in hand

Is worth a ticket around the world

Many that one could afford

With a yearning to understand

The wisdom of the gods

You are no longer blind

When I reads I paint

Pictures of emotions felt

By peoples different

In hearts, of lands distant

Pains and laughs otherwise faint

Becomes suddenly so acute

Every time I read

I taste wine and rare bread

From the bakeries of the dead

And somehow breed

With their attitudes and creeds

Gradually I am freed

On scribbled tablets

I find dark alleys

And numerous tunnels

Leading to elongated railways

Some, wide and common pathways

Most, narrow and troubled waterways

Whenever I read

I find and plant a seed

That painfully grows to feed

My innermost desires and needs

Thus, I ascend

That is why I read.

"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page." -- St. Augustine

Our motorcycle diaries

Now that it's no longer awkward and

Though I haven’t the slightest clue

There is something I would like to do

Surprise you.

I want to give you a random call

After being silent all summer long

Ask you to a ball

Read drinks and football

At a local mall…

Catch up on the latest of Al gore

Pretend not to have an agenda at all

While I quietly scheme a plot

To steal a motorbike

And get you to come with me on a boat

On a tour, of a small crater lake

Then hike to the mountaintop

To catch the best view at sunset

Pop a bottle of chardonnay white

And just celebrate

Naivasha is a place of magic

Humming to nature’s music

Appealing to the artistic

Peaceful on the hammock

Everything is frolicsome

Encourages me to party some

There Paula (Kahumbu) got engaged

I was humbled

Martin got martini-ed

Grace disgraced and

We will be healed.

Come with me to Naivasha

wait for it... on a motorbike?

Was it not you who wanted to know if I ride...

Am I right?

Something is got to give!

Stay the weekend my love, don’t give up what we have
I’ll make it worthwhile; we’ll drink all the wine
Play by the wild, fly by the wells

Catch fireflies, stare at the skies
At the stars and the lights, in the far distance

We’ll break the rules and rule the jungle
Just say yes and accept the bungle

Eat mushrooms, fly brooms, it’s our honeymoon
Watch Harry potter, forget importance

Get lost in the past, there’s nothing in the post
No one is looking for us, It’s just us as times pass

Lose your watch and clutch onto me
You are all I want, what else do you want?