Lughs Garden

by R.W.Dean

Madness,
Misunderstood,
Even by those who know
It’s names, but not where it comes from.
Turning dusty pages,
Trying to find
Answers,
When the
Truth stares at them
Through eyes, bright with desire,
Windows, open to the passion,
That fuels the fire, burning
Beneath all the
Madness.

Oh yes,
I see the love,
And the madness of it,
And how it burns even brighter
When shared, at a distance,
Just like teasing
Tigers,
Holding
Just out of reach,
An inch from tooth and claw,
The sweet, soft, object of desire,
Making what was a need,
An obsession,
Madness.

Sharing reality,
Can become so boring,
But offer a little madness,
Just a taste of passion,
And one small flame
Is born,
A flame,
Showing the way,
A path through paradise,
A place where dreams can fall like rain,
Upon a fertile ground,
And grow into
Madness.

Desire,
Played out in words,
Like playing solitaire,
Trying to find just the right card
To make them all line up,
Knowing the Queen
Of Hearts
Is gone,
And no matter
How much you want them to,
The hearts are never going to
Line up the way you want,
And the game is
Madness.

But still,
I write my words,
And send them on their way,
Thankful to have someone to share
The passion, and the love,
And mostly, the
Madness.

by R.W.Dean

Give me nothing,
I’ll ask for naught,
My needs are few;
A smile, a kind word,
But, failing that,
A moment,
Just one brief period
Of time,
When I am in focus,
In your eyes,
If not your mind,
A second,
When I am all
You see,
When you recognize that
I exist,
A single, sentient, being
With feelings,
With dreams, but
I ask for too much.
Give me nothing,
It’s what you’re best at.

by R.W.Dean

Warm, soft bodies,
Filled with passion,
Overflowing with passion,
And need.
Needing the warmth,
And softness,
Needing the passion,
And warmth
Of other
Warm, soft, bodies.

by R.W.Dean

Stand in the shadows,
Hide from the cutting eyes,
The soft, sensual, sexy eyes,
Speaking secrets in the sunlight,
Whispered secrets, not meant for
Your ears.

Stand in the shadows,
make you breaths little,
Quiet, like cat feet,
Like the fog,
Don’t watch the eyes,
Looking at you, seeing
Nothing,

Become the shadows,
Fade from the faces,
With their cutting eyes,
Eyes that won’t see you,
Standing in shadows.

by R.W.Dean

An unspoken word,
Something I should have noticed,
Something I would have,
But for the stars in my eyes,
And the flutter in my heart,
Caused by the nearness
Of one I should not be near,
Kept me from seeing
The word, spoken by her eyes,
That said, “I’m not the one”.

by R.W.Dean

I love women with dark-tipped breasts,
Hair wherever it grows,
Pink in the proper places, and
Eyes filled with all the lust in
Their hearts.

I love women who look like
The wind, and sound like
Dawn in a forest, when they
Whisper into your ear, or softly,
Behind your neck.

I love women who don’t have time
To explain,
So they exaggerate,
And say things like,
“I think about you a thousand times a day”.

I love women who love me back,
When all the world’s logic says
They shouldn’t even know me,
Shouldn’t even care, that I want to
Love them until they walk funny,
Love them until the sheets are soaked,
And the neighbors close their windows,
Because love like that,
Won’t ever be in their house,
Or in their lives.

Oh, and I love women who don’t
Feel the need to explain
A love that’s stronger than time,
Stronger than a lifetime of years,
Just because it is.