Hold On!

what is it that we value

what is the cost of that,

which we so value?

what do we owe and to whom?

to save a friendship

or one that you love



that one, who is there for you

loving unconditionally

accepting of you, regardless

of all your baggage and shit

the walls of silence

and absence



hold on to that person

don’t let go

fucking fight

because

to often, we are waiting

for what’s already there



open your eye’s

see the love

right in front of you.

© 2018 michael d emmerich

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Friendship

for time, for a season

for a lifetime

walking through the fire

embers and ashes cling to you

memories burnt into one’s story



broken promises, battered trust

like a well-travelled suitcase

full of memories and baggage

ready to be unpacked, repacked

for the next journey



neither time, distance or age

undeterred, always

comrades in each other’s arms

like long lost lovers

always returning

…..

for that last embrace

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Longing

I long for the sound of your voice

caressing my cheek

your lilting laugh

your upturned smile

to hear your laughter

to laugh with you

for you to laugh at me

…..

I long

for you

…….

© 2018 michael d emmerich

All a ’Quiver

bend that bow

draw that string

pluck that apple

aim straight and true

no telling what may happen



as the apple balances

precariously on that head

lived vicariously

pierced deliciously

desirous of heaven’s gate?



pierced to the core

bitten off more

than one should swallow

all a quiver

as eden’s gate beckons

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Passionate Collisions

creeping relentlessly onward

with its hunger

yet to be sated

only tamed by the belief

of that seductive attraction

pulling opposites into orbit

closer and closer

until two worlds collide

exploding in a frenzy of passion

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Drowning in Lust

A poem written after being away from my love for 3 months, and am now finally heading home … 🙂

a trail of discarded clothes

leads to a pit of desire

primal urges released

tenderness and lust

a little bit of animal

is exposed



conflicting emotions

tender caresses

unleashing

sweat, tears, yearning

and savagery

bitten by love



drowning in our love

as I drink of you

sated yet still hungry

drenched in love

and lust

we sleep

© 2017 michael d emmerich

The One Constant

time spent apart

is lost in life’s forgotten mist

never to be recovered

lost but not forgotten



distance ….

makes the heart grow distant



bridging the gap of miles

never comes easy

broken bridges, rebuilt over time

broken

memories need to be stronger

than any broken bridge



absence ….

makes the heart grow absent



times cloak of darkness

descends and masks

light, love and memories

build memories must be built to withstand

the storms of life

when miles come between



love

like time

is constant

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Second Skin

our skin

mine, yours

becomes

……

my second skin



that smell

exquisite taste

lingers on

still it surrounds me



oh to touch

my beloved

and

slip into that skin

it fits like a glove

© 2017 michael d emmerich

The Seduction Arcade

I wrote this poem last year… and at present, I am away from my love on an extended project, and I really miss her touch, smell, closeness… Nothing can beat the touch, caress and closeness of a loved one. Skype and Facetime cannot compete. Miss you my love ..

welcome back my friends to the show that never ends

the curve of your neck

the sound of your name

the arch of your back

and hints of flesh



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the red of your heartbeat

the smell of the sheets

imprints in the bed

footprints in the sand



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



whispers in the air

the touch of your tongue

the heat of your skin

silk in your hair



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



water on your skin

lace across your body

leather and feathers

the textures arouse



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the colours of lust

the setting sun

the eclipse of your heart

and tears on your cheeks



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the rise of your breasts

the mist of your breath

like mist on the moors

it doesn’t have to make sense

still you turn me on



the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade

© 2016 michael d emmerich

In Memoriam

My father would have been 83 today, sadly he passed away 4 years ago (can’t believe it’s so long without him). I wrote this poem last year on his birthday, I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. “My Fathers House” by Bruce Springsteen was playing as I wrote this eulogy last year.

fathers are refuge from the storms of life

when that safe port passes on

when the lighthouse fades

all that is left are the memories



memories never fade

they are never forgotten or passed over

they remain



memories shine through the mists of time

even when the lights fade and no one lives there

they remain constant, eternal not ethereal

these remain, never forgotten



what was once real is now no longer

the reminders of your love do not fade

they remain



through the years we walked different paths

they diverged and merged over the years

at the end they had become one

constant reminders of our togetherness



unconditional love learnt

remains

© 2016 michael d emmerich