My tongue took a night journey all on its own,

If I’d been awake perhaps I would have known,

The journey taken was upon your breast’s cleave,

A side step nibble did occur but tongue did leave,

Such a tasty thing to do, oh why did tongue exit,

While upon said nipple tongue took a bite of it,

That’s how it is when asleep and the mouth walks,

I’m no stranger to mouth walk and odd sleep talks,

When awake it’s okay but avoid when I walk asleep,

I’m lucky you love me or you’d guide me to the deep,

I love you baby, I hope this gave you a little tingle,

Remember the things we did when we were single?

The end,

by Pat for Patti. Happy Brazil Valentine’s Day

From the voids of my mind the words at last have come,

The non-explored revealed words of such precious sum,

Sensations of love named of treasured gems or of gold,

Memories enswathed in precious fabric I desire to hold,

A wonderland within my soul spilling with love’s elation,

Every moment of magnitude feel of your kiss’ sensation,

Warmth of your seductive kiss rushes my blood to flow,

Such flowing warmth illuminates my face to fully glow,

Its felt within my heart as my heartstrings start to play,

Let’s slowly dance in lover’s embrace upon tiles of clay,

Without fail each time you dance with me I surely glow,

Lay upon the bed I plead and let my words of love flow,

These words I’ve sought far too long to express within,

For within my being houses a love that has never been,

I say “never been” yet said love dwells within my heart,

The words ‘I love you’ seem small thus I am torn apart,

I once wrote poetry to you of love left on the dance floor,

That poem of so long ago have words we never ignore,

Yet through life I’ve struggled to find words of strength,

With love so intense inside to describe I write in length,

I know it’s odd but your absence for just a moment I feel,

Upon your return, my little boy excitement for you is real,

A man my age filled with glee is of wonderment if known,

But the joy and love given me by you I hope I have shown,

Your beauty overwhelms me more than when we met,

That first moment of meeting you, I will never forget,

You are the one angel each man prays he will meet,

I’m amazed that you’re gorgeous yet tenderly sweet,

You are the sunrise that awakens me to feel love within,

You bring me songbirds to hear that my day may begin,

The lifeblood flowing within my being is of you I know,

These words I summarized within to say “I love you so.”

The end, by Pat for Patti, June 7, 2020

I dreamed a dream of fantasy filled with love and joy,

The dream of a lifetime that came when I was but a boy,

Entry into my mind was gained by an angel of a dream,

I had seen this angel in past dreams, to me it did seem,

So distant in my life are these unforgotten dreams past,

Still I remember details of this angel that will forever last,

Beautiful she was with flowing hair of heavenly essence,

I remember how blessed I felt to be in her stunning presence,

A few years later I felt wonderful when we joined as one,

The misery of war had gone by, my time warring was done,

Nightmares haunted my being to become ragged and worn,

Unknown to my glowing angel a darkness had been born,

Thoughts of departure haunted my soul to be here no more,

Haunted by ringing sounds of my weapon raising the score,

Brothers unable to wake, could one have been saved by me,

Un-welcomed coming home, what happened to my country?

And somehow this angel saved me from napalm’s fire dream,

Funerals of those that died on foreign soul made me scream,

In the darkness of my mind Vietnam’s war raged evermore,

Tender kisses at sunrise woke me to heaven as once before,

Time’s rapid passage was beyond the stretched memories,

I had five years of nightmares given by war across the seas,

She has been with me in my heart, my soul, and all my mind,

When weakened and teardrops fell she was tender and kind,

Hurdles were often trumped by her love flowing fully inside,

Yet sometimes I feel the lonesome for her back when I cried,

Old memories triggered by PTSD and sometimes a parallel,

To be comforted by memories of holding her and her smell,

When the years rolled by delivering me into pain’s domain,

Forever staying at my bedside touching me as I endure pain,

In my absence taught our children love should last a lifetime,

Although I deserve none I took some credit though not mine,

In so many worlds I’ve endured such pain it seems to be a lie,

One hundred twenty five times under the knife made her cry,

Sometimes on waking angels in white stood around my bed,

One distinct and beautiful angel would come into my head,

I’ve seen her for half a century upon waking to change it all,

No matter my condition, even non-standing I felt so very tall,

Unable to walk I would fly like an eagle and soar high above,

I realize I am but a poor man, but filled with her love I can fly,

As skies fill with sunbeams to bid this worn man farewell,

Know I’ve lived in heaven and overcame war’s pain as well,

I’ve slept with an angel and held her in my arms every night,

I love her, for this she gave me a lifetime of heaven’s delight.

The end. For Patti whom I will love forevermore. By Pat

April 30, 2020

I know once in a while I need to stop and hold you tight,

To watch a falling star race to earth in the dark of night,

Take time to whisper in your ear and whisper thank you,

Place a kiss upon your lips and acknowledge all you do,

I work hard throughout the day to end it filled with pain,

You have endured my worst of times yet you still remain,

There’s been so many times misfortune hung overhead,

Years ago I survived because of parting words you said,

Many can’t understand how such simple words could be,

Saving words twice said became words of heaven to me,

“Come back to me, promise” were etched forever inside,

Words of your heart said so sincere to me I confess I cried,

Throughout life’s journey simple words of love were said,

I have held them dear to my heart to help me fight dread,

So many events from being drafted have clouded my life,

It was a torturous journey being unsure of my future wife,

Holding you long ago awoke a man from hidden despair,

Throughout my life you’ve been the miracle of my repair,

Heaven sunbeams are in your touch yet you have no clue,

An enormous woman of love within the smallness of you,

If despair returns to me I search for the tiny hand of love,

My quieting light from hazel eyes puts me in touch above,

Blessings of love bestowed upon me for reasons unknown,

I’ve thanked God to be married to the best woman known.

The end. For Patti by Pat 04/24/2020

I know love, I know this of love, it is cast like a spell,

I am not a broken thing laboring to become well,

I’ve fought the evils of war while distraught deep inside,

Lying in wet soil turned to mud I’ve held a photo and cried,

In torturous hours of pain resulting from travesty of war,

I’ve forgiven torturers and his hands that kept wars score,

In the shadows of darkened daylight I sought but one,

I crawled frozen lands in escape wishing my time was done,

And today I rejoice to see you recline next to only me,

I can’t resist your spell as it coerces me your breast to see,

The fullness of your breasts fills my loins with sexual desire,

Age appreciates passions spell as my heart fills with fire,

People come and go but none were ever know love from you,

As stars fill the night sky I think of odds in everything we do,

I’m chosen to be the one you love, I’m chosen by your heart,

I pray as I give thanks for you that your love will never part.

The end, by Pat for Patti

A crisis has fallen upon the land yet I feel safe and secure,

I have lived a dream of enchantment, of that I’m very sure,

Throughout my life I have often had reason to utter a sigh,

Today I am frightened of a virus that targets elders to die,

Others too have died in this pandemic that is worldwide,

My eyes begin to water as I think of those that have died,

As the newscaster speaks tears consume my eyes to flow,

None report the news unbiased for the innocents to know,

Innocents die and bodies are thrown into landfills in haste,

Fear creates non normal actions to treat bodies like waste,

I must touch you as my link to our reality and my sanity cue,

In war’s surround when young sanity came thinking of you,

My universe has been consumed by a microbe I can’t see,

Seems this unseen enemy has no bias other than elders we,

I’m thankful the youthful are slightly safe in pillage of death,

Many elders of Italy have died as the virus takes their breath,

The innocents are spared it seems as they survive the fog,

An unseen fog covers the landscape creating a dialogue,

Countries that never speak asking for help for their people,

And country’s try to prevent worship when outside a steeple,

Time overwhelms me as age consumes my weakened frame,

Is the dream of fulfillment an illusion with the virus to blame,

I’ll love you till the end and hold you close until the end of time,

I’ll hold you close even if convicted of a too close virus crime.

The end, by Pat I love you baby.