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I wrote this for my lady in the middle of a lonely night.....

Falling Frail

Softer than a kiss, falling frail upon a cheek filled with tears
Waiting for a look, with eyes that never see
Pleasure or pain, can't remember which first begun
Just remember what they tore out of me.
Beginning to think that maybe
I'm becoming what the world wants me to be
I'm getting older, to oild to break down my fears
but I feel so young
When my lips, reach out for the taste of your tongue.

Still looking for a way, for the morning to feel good
Another day, come to me for time just to run
To a place I've been before
sometimes when I was young
Looking for my voice, for my words, for my heart
For my soul to be understood
I'm cold, I'm cold
but I feel so warm
When my body feels yours
and the lovings begun.

Believing that the past, is yet to come
Was just moments in tortured dream
that I've yet to escape from
Trembling like the frost
On a leaf in the wind
A dream with eyes that won't rest
A knowing of a love
trying to win, the struggle
Each heart needs to test
I'm strong, I'm strong
but I'm weak
When my mouth finds your breast.

Unfolding like the skin that hangs from my tired elbow
Parading in the moonlight like a tree that won't bend
Reaching for a hand that curls like a willow
Dancing on the truth that won't try to pretend
How come, when love says; "it's over"
I lay my head upon a pillow
I look behind and see, it could never mend
I don't care, really don't care
but I do
when you run your silent fingers through my hair.

Sunrise lifts, its shoulders over the hilltop
Sending shadows dancing across the breeze
Daylight comes and the night is undone
The hummingbird sings above the early morning dew
Reminds me of the flower that is you
And my heart refuses to stop
Until I feel the laughter in your teaze
I'm so sad, I'm so sad
but happy now
that I feel your pulse, as you breathe.

Coming to an end, a song of new hope
Trying to forget, all of my troubles
that float from my navel to my shirt collar
Love is the cure, for a heart ill at ease
The answer to a prayer that cowers
in the cracks of my folded fingers
Still I sing the song that haunted many a troubadour
brought a smile and maybe a dollar
to the face of some unknown lounge singer
I feel like I'm trapped, yes I feel like I'm trapped
but then again, I'm free, oh so free
cos you gave your love to me
yes your love is trapping me
and the hummingbird sits upon my weary shoulder
and tells me to sing
" It's all because of you, all because of you"
My heart falls free..........

Dear Phil Rose, growing older......like all of us,

Your endings on each verse really made this poem for me. Your mind, your thoughts, your questions always dissolving into the vulnerability that comes with your physical connection.

"but I feel so young
When my lips, reach out for the taste of your tongue."

"but I feel so warm
When my body feels yours
and the lovings begun."

"but I'm weak
When my mouth finds your breast."

"but I do
when you run your silent fingers through my hair."

"but happy now
that I feel your pulse, as you breathe."

Very sensual. Very real.

I also really like the way you've portrayed age with such an unexpected detail, including its rigidity, and then contrasted it with grace and the suppleness of youth:

"Unfolding like the skin that hangs from my tired elbow
Parading in the moonlight like a tree that won't bend
Reaching for a hand that curls like a willow
Dancing on the truth that won't try to pretend"

"Dancing on the truth that won't try to pretend" ~ I like that line.

And again, a detail revealing age:

"The answer to a prayer that cowers
in the cracks of my folded fingers"

"The answer to a prayer that cowers" ~ another unexpected and interesting image.

Your poem creates a sad feeling of loss.

~ Elizabeth