Some of my works

My attempt to capture thoughts with words. A habit I have found fulfilling over the years

~ gone tomorrow ~

tomorrow they will not know me
they have lost who I am
now only a shell to observe
a cocoon dangling in the air
motionless until they pass
adjusting only to the current
of their movement
inside growing, changing,
transforming, waiting
until my time
to emerge anew
beautiful
and gone
forever

Published in "The Colors of Life", © Robert William Sullivan, 2003, ISBN 0-7951-5239-6

~ Of Her ~

I sit
I contemplate
what makes this one extraordinary?
my eye can follow
from the tip of a toe, along foot to heel
small and delicate, curve to arch
how can this arouse so?
heel to ankle, gentle curve to calve
muscle firm, round, supple
the mind grasps them as my hands cannot
knee to thigh, such a thigh
strong, perfect, defined
strength in such a petite package
ah and the tush, why do I blush to mention?
what is the fever that overcomes?
round, it draws, attracts
to see her bend at the hip, or to dance
a waist, just begging for hands to hold
symmetrical, balanced breasts
tender, calling for caress
my lips, my tongue, oh the want
that posture, that perfect pose
the power in her stance
arms so feminine, yet strong
hands, the magic of her touch
lean, tools that dominate
skin, silky, smooth
my finger tips so want to travel
every inch
her idyllic smile
I melt
lips, mouth, tongue
the very definition of desire
hair, dark and flowing
high, defined cheeks
eyes that sparkle
I am truly lost
so much more than mere physique
she speaks and my soul hears her
she speaks to who I am
I am a man
she, the ultimate in closeness
oh that which is so private
those avenues to her ultimate pleasures
a softness to be reverenced
my imagination cannot fathom the sensations
she is an overload to my senses
her scent, her touch, her breath
she is my lust
she is my appetite for all that is woman
I want my fill
I am hers
she is not an obsession
for she is not a thing to posses
but rather that which must be adored
as delight
as the joy she brings to my life

© Robert William Sullivan

~ This Dance ~

One seemed waiting
The Other just arrived
I watched Them
Their momentary glances towards each anothe

Both familiar as if they'd met here once before
The cafe filled with the normal bustle of life
The mixture of music and conversation, it was the air
China, glass, and silverware, those distinctive dings One dress sheer, so thin
Relaxed and flowing
Light and easily finding Her skin beneath
Her scent a perfume of sunshine and rain
The Other wore an evening gown
A powdery pale by contrast with deep colorful stains
Sensual, low in cut, gracefully finding the small of Her back
Her aroma less bold, a fading fragrance, alluring, a secret
The magnitude of the music rose with intensity
Those of spirit now drawn to the dance
Both without partner I watched Them move
This carefree delight, a moment meant for view
No sooner did Their solos begin
Then They moved closer
Their dance easily becoming One
Beauty held in soft, pulsating, embrace
Eyes transfixed upon eyes
A swirl of changing dimension before me
The magic of music, a pause, and then a kiss
Timelessly intertwined
Yet in a moment gone
A smile, a turn, She left the floor
At peace, mellow
One remained to danced alone
To chase the leaves as She followed me home
To whisper Her sweet lullaby in my ear

© Robert William Sullivan

~ Someone hurting ~

To see someone hurting
and there's nothing you can do
If there was a genie in this bottle
I'd hand it now to you
We want to believe in the fairy tales
They read when we are young
When "happily ever after"
Comes dancing off their tongue
But life ain't sweet and simple
We read between those lines
The clouds aren't always perfect white
The sun won't always shine
Maybe its not what's missing
But more on what we got
When what was best remembered
Becomes what's best forgot

© Robert William Sullivan

~ Buddha's belly ~

I rub old Buddha's belly
I rub it every day
And when I rub his tummy
This is what I say
Woe and pain and solitude
Will surely come my way
But let me live another day
Be that what it may
Now Buddha always looks at me
He even cracks a smile
But never has he giggled
I've waited quite a while
So as my teacher teaches me
I smile at all I pass
But try to hold my giggles in
Till they are gone at last

© Robert William Sullivan

~ Haunting me

found within the lonely times
never did she part
not so much within my head
but rather in my heart
a moment's subtle weakness
that was never meant to be
we just let it happen
and now she's haunting me
there's nothing I can really do
no need to issue blame
a cup once filled is empty now
never to be claimed
if given one last lofty chance
to somehow set her free
I simply wouldn't let her go
she's the very best part of me

© Robert William Sullivan

~ Wonder if you'll ever know ~

In the night's still moments
My eyes are closed and
Yet they can see you
A vision so perfectly clear
The soft tone of your supple skin
Lips delicate like the pink petals if a carnation
Dark silky hair streaming down upon your shoulders
With eyes that somehow beckon for me to come
It is amazing to me
How the sight of you
Let's me feel your warmth
And let's me know your gentleness
Between my dreams and my restlessness
In those still moments of my night you are there
And I wonder if you'll ever know
How much I long to know you more

© Robert William Sullivan

~ This passion ~

It lulls me to my sleep at night
Then wakes me in the morning
Like summer sun upon my face
Or storms that have no warning
This quiet gentle yearning
This passion for delight
Grows as thoughts consume me
This to be my plight
And every single minute
That makes up every day
Are wanton in the waiting
Oh how their presence weigh
Which is passion stalking
The young and swift gazelle
Or is the one that lies in wait
Its very prey as well
Life without it meaningless
It's pleasure and it's pain
A gasp beyond my reason
The blood within my veins

© Robert William Sullivan

~ Red ~

A vision of you takes my heart
It shares the wings of your freedom
no longer my soul sleeps, but rises
up to a unknown place in this heaven
You are the freshness of the morning
You are the dew's gentle touch
I swirl within the emerald sea of your eyes
only a wave now in this abundant ocean
smooth, streaming hair the wind
like ribbons aflame in the night
I am captive to every movement
lost in the soft shadows of your form
this spirit aloft in resplendent flight
restraints of convention cannot hold
lifted with her in this moment
this dormant soul has awakened to life

© Robert William Sullivan

Earlier Poetry and Prose found here