The love poems of Lyle Dagnen

“How neat and clean a life would be with out the mess that love always seem to make. Edges clean, everything crisp, with such a hollow ring.” —Lyle Dagnen

Love’s Pure Fool

The only fool where love's concerned, is one who did not try, To sit in safety, all alone, and be proud you did not cry. Not once a pain or broken heart, no emotion floating by, No tear 'ere shed, over love gone wrong, feeling love just die.

The only fool who walks the earth with stoic strength and smiles, Is the fool who turned and walked away, while love calls and cries. It takes a strong and beating heart to answer and make replies, To love's strong call, to drop the guard that answers love's surprise.

What kind of fool? Why, I'm love's pure fool, my heart lies broken there, Upon the rocks of taking a chance, to know a passion, to share. For the thrill of love, for passion's power, I'll never walk with care, No fool am I, for love has meant, that I've walked with angels fair.

Silence of the Night

The scent of sandalwood reveals your nearness, Silent steps in the mist of the moon bring you close. Power enfolding as your lips find mine in darkness, Taking possession your power holds, trapped in passion. A willing slave to the demands unspoken on your lips, Two bodies blending into one as the moon travels the sky. Words no longer needed, silently the kiss of the wind holds, Large hands holding my face as you leave me, Knowing you will return and I will wait.

Magic

There must be magic, right there in your hands, Warm, tingling, just a touch, my heart leaps, Breathing becomes difficult, standing impossible, Hands shaking, a mind without coherent thought. There must be magic , right there in your hands. Sweet soft lips that can set a soul ablaze with need, Steel banded arms so gentle, embracing, protecting, Standing still, holding out the world, holding love in. There must be magic, right there in your hands. Head on your chest, moving so slow, music playing, Lovers clinging, whispering, touching, dancing, Night enfolding, lips covering, hands holding, warm, There must be magic, right there in your hands.

Two sides of my Lover

Sometimes when you come to mind, Feelings so primal surge from within, Your fist in my hair, slammed to the wall, Driving deep within in me, passion wild.

Sometimes when you come to mind, Feelings of gentle touching soothe my soul, Hands gently stroking, gentle kisses shared, Closeness as if we blend into one being.

You are power, you are passion, you are gentle, Feelings that consume all that I am or will be, A body that is mine and a soul blended with mine, Loving and lusting, our passions combined.

A Lover's Touch

A hand on my shoulder, a breath on my neck, A touch filled with passion, unleashed in my soul. Arms strong and tender enfolding my body, Standing together, our bodies are as one. Heart beats exploding, mouths locked with lust, Falling and tumbling, entangled in love, Opening, receiving, exploding with joy.