Why ?

I don’t love you

Because it is what I am supposed to do

I don’t love you

Because it is what I need to do

I don’t love you

Because it is what I want to do

I don’t love you

For all the reasons I could say

That would be equally true

I love you

Because I don’t know how

Not to love you

That is not to say

That I shouldn’t

Or wouldn’t

Or don’t want to love you

Because I do

However

I still do not know

How to not love you

And

I am fine with that

Ron Simpson, Jr.

July 2, 2010

In words I can never utter .. poetry

In words I can never utter

Sometimes

I just forget

It isn’t that I forget to tell you

It isn’t that I forget how I feel

It isn’t even that I forget you want to know

I just forget

The words to tell you

I see the words

Float by my mind’s eye

I see their color and splash

I see the passion they seek to convey

And I see them falling short of the mark

Their colors are not vibrant enough

To paint the true collage of my love

I plait them with other words

Hoping to bring to bear

The fullness of my heart

And yet, it still fails

Then

I remember

The things I feel

When your fingers touch my skin

When I hear you breathing close to me

When I still taste you on my lips

Long after the kiss is past

I catch your scent

When you are not around

And I am once again overwhelmed

By your presence

I can close my eyes

And see you dancing among the words

That seek to capture how you make me feel

At that moment

I know

I will never really have the words

I will never possess the ability

To express

In letters expertly arranged

In syllables skillfully organized

In words capably displayed

The true pinnacle and profundity

Of what lives in my heart

Of what dances in my soul

Of what frolics in my mind

Of what love holds in me

For I am captured by you

I am a captive to your heart

In words

I can never utter

Ron Simpson, Jr.

June 29, 2010

poetry .. Real

Real

Lying here entwined with you

I am overwhelmed

Inhaling the scent of you

Absorbing the warmth of you

Swimming in the gentle roar of you breathing

Adoring the soft touch of your fingers

Feeling your skin next to mine

Desire is sated

And reborn in every touch

Passion explodes

And rekindles in every kiss

Want is emptied out

And filled in every caress

I know love is a feeling

I know it is supposed to be intangible

I also know that I feel it against me

I smell it

I taste it

I am surrounded by it

I hear it

I see it sparkling in your eyes

And feel it sparkling in mine

My love for you

Exists in all of my senses

And while it may be indescribable

Well beyond the words of my lips

I know it when it comes to me

I am carried away by its scent

I am blinded by its brilliance

My heart pounds in rhythm

To the sound of its beat

My lips savor the taste

Long after our lips have parted

My fingers remember

The feel of it beneath them

My love

Your love

Our love

Real

Ron Simpson, Jr

January 29, 2010

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger

Being up this late, or this early, can't be a good thing, can it? Here are the ramblings:

In the madness

The façade holds
Though teetering slightly
Normalcy still clings
To its fragile perch
Excepting very late at night
Delving deeply into thought
The mind seems to find a path
Past the clutter of the days repast
The cares and needs of those around
Have quieted a bit in my head
Leaving room to hear the heart
Or perhaps
The sound of the madness
Finally heard above the haste
For what is love
but madness
What is passion
but a fever
To love passionately
Is to burn fervently
With madness
But not to burn only
But to revel in the flame
To feel that ardent heat
To smell that fiery stench
To hear that crackling
As it burns ... burns ... burns
And yet to embrace
To draw it closer
To pull it inside
To welcome that sweet death
That we call love
For true love means
To give to have
To throw out to hold
To die to live
To wait
In the heat
For that love to return
To want
And want nothing else
To yearn
For that smoky embrace
To wait
In the madness

Ron Simpson, Jr.
March 6, 2009