The Singer The music plays on softly, as you straddle me bare stripped of non essentials like clothing and pretentions. We're wrapped in music and each other's moanings; "My life goes on in endless song" the singer, and I cry. You love me with your body and your heart; you give me everything and life's complete again. I am a song; you play the words upon me with your mouth; and from my heart "How can I keep from singing?" the singer, and I cry. Cecil Williams 2/25/93 ************************* "A Thursday poem about a Saturday rendezvous..." 48 hours to go, until we touch and feel the magic once again; 48 hours, I can't allow myself to think too much about it yet, or I'll go mad with delightful anticipation of you; 48 long hard hours, as the seconds pulse by slowly, one at a time, and I count the beats of my heart; 47 hours, fifty-nine minutes to go, until... Cecil Williams 12/02/92 *************************** BEE radical poison this taste of love killer bee you are my queen Cecil Williams 9-23-91 ******************************* Five-AM 5AM sleeping front to back tingling beginning soon to fullness my pounding heart breath's measured speed all no match for the spirit of love I feel for you Cecil Williams 9-23-91 ******************************* (Ralph Cherubini) writes: > It's amusing >It's amusing >when you wake up in the morning >and you are next to someone >you have never seen before. >I like riding the bus. To which I replied: It's wonderful when you wake up in the morning next to someone you've known half your life. I liked walking the aisle. Cecil Williams 9/24/92 *********************** Tom Wachtel writes: >Michael J Walsh writes: >> I need a cute sexy poem by 3 this afternoon.... anyone, anyone, anyone. > > > i need a cute sexy poem > by three this afternoon > anyone anyone anyone > by four > i won't need it anymore Cecil replies: I need a cute sexy and a poem by three this afternoon till four anyone anyone anyone? Rolling over hill and dale of eastern washington palouse country painted in early morning pre-sun colors of winter wheat green and fresh plowed brown It's a hundred miles and a sunrise to home I sigh and feel good memories stirring three nights past and two days with you riding bikes, raking leaves making love till we couldn't... You have a gentle beauty, loving and patient when I've cried for the loss of another you've held me close, sharing the pain now time heals this hole in my chest where my heart was ripped out and love grows warm again So by the dawn's early light I'm driving home from your house to my house and a monday and a job But soon I won't drive home from your house anymore because we will wake up together everyday in our house. Cecil Williams 3/29/93 ************************ I wanna do you on your desk dear doctor in your office between classes between your legs you're my professor of love and student of my anatomy please study me hard please test me dear doctor I need an oral exam a private moment of exquisiteness a lesson you alone can teach so well dear doctor with you on my lap we'll concentrate on coming to profound conclusions within each other I want to erect a throbbing monument to your lubricious holiness I want to drop our fabric boundaries and slide into your chasm then we'll spasm both in raw delight as we attune ourselves to new profundities please say you'll open your foundations to me and show me the way to enlightenment and fullness of my being dear doctor I wanna do you on your desk in your institution of higher learning Cecil Williams 6/18/93 ************************* In soft of gentle darkness as ole sol settles to his evening bath these longing eyes drift shut... your name fancies lightly 'cross my lips and I wonder if you still think of me Cecil Williams 11/3/91 *********************** Leslie lady, lovely and fine Wheeling down the thin white line The hiway's wind blows a smile in your face At ridin a bike, you're surely an ace! Big glaciers you conquer, Rock mountains you climb, And on rollerblades, I think You're really sublime... Your house is so spotless, Everything in it's place, Your life has much order, And you're full of such grace. But when on the dance floor We swing, strut and twirl Something is lacking With this boy and girl! So we're learning to dance Taking lessons and all, And we'll surely be great By this Summer, or Fall We'll learn soon enough Western swing, foxtrot, waltz, But for now Tuesday nights, we spend at the Falls. For beginners we are, At strutting our stuff, Like a couple of stones Just in from the rough. Needing polished and brightened And faceted too, There's lot's to be done, Much work left to do. Dear Leslie I write This assurance for you, Do you know what is left when The Jeweller is through? Two beautiful diamonds... Cecil Williams 4/20/92 ************************ Need i need a lover. i NEED a lover, need her so badly, i'm completely consumed. it's all i think of, all day, all night, everyday. i can't work can't play can't think of anything else. i NEED a lover. desire so strong, i could spit nails jump up and down stomp my feet, or scream at the top of my lungs and rip my insides out. every love song on the radio daggers my heart with what's amiss every couple i see walking hand in hand tightens this noose around my neck i need a lover, to set me free from my desires my love, i'm dying for us... where are you? Cecil Williams 10/27/91 ************************* > (That one girl) writes: > > Ouchless > > Open me like a Band-Aid. > Grab the end of that > red thread of a spine > of mine and pull. Up. > > Lay me open, inspect my > mercurechromed organs > and tell me love isn't > a disease of the liver. Cecil Replies: I'm looking for a Band-Aid girl, that one girl, ouchless and open who knows love is the cure as well as the cause. I'm looking for that one girl, who'll fit me like my own skin and wear me like a diamond solitaire. Cecil Williams - 9/17/92 ************************** > (helen walne) writes: > > i am looking for a friend who was in argentina > with me five years ago. > she is crazy and korean and is studying in > eugene, oregon. > her name is laura constans and i am surprised > she is not a contributor here. > i would like her e-mail address. > can anyone help? > tell her helen brown called. > she'll know who i am. > > thanks. > > helen*** Cecil Replies: Hmmm... I was in Buenos Aires 5 years ago, and I didn't see you or laura... My sister lives in Eugene, and has email, and is listed in who's who among American women, but she's not Korean, and her name isn't laura, and she doesn't contribute here either. But; I'll help you find laura, if you'll help me find someone... I once fell in love with a beautiful woman from Cape, on a 10 hour flight to Seattle from London... Her name was Petrina C. Kenyon, and she worked for Boschendal Estate Wines, and I knew the minute I saw her, that I was in love... We were both flying business class, British Air, in Jeans and T-shirts... A perfect rebel pair amongst the stuffy suits. But the flight was over too soon, and we parted ways. I never saw her again. If you find her, she may not remember me, but please, tell her I still remember her fondly, and I keep her business card posted in my office, and I still owe her a tour of the local wineries. Please, if you find her, send her a red rose, and sign it from me, with love... Cecil Williams - 9/3/93 ************************* Warm smiling post-orgasmic happy faced. Soft caresses, frequent kissing, light chatter, and deep discussion. Bodys naked; for hours we lay with legs entwined, arms embracing, wandering hands. You're on top, or I'm on top, or we hug and laugh. Pillow Talk. Cecil Williams 12/13/92 ************************* Lover's Plight Morning, Noon, or Night! We have a lover's plight; for which is best for doing love's delight? We can't decide, on Morning, Noon, or Night! So fine each morning after tea! But oh! Post lunch, from one to three! And after dinner's fine with me; dessert served up libidinously! So indecisive, she and I; so daily, we must each one try... Cecil Williams 8/23/93 ************************ Dear Lover, I hearbye proclaim that the next rising of the sun is in honour of your radiant beauty and warmth. The next occasion of the full moon is in honour of your softness, your delicately beautiful femininity. And the next rush of highest tide on the shores of the great oceans is in honour of your sensuality, powerful, surging, rhythmic. I wish only to sit on the beach, memsmerized while watching your waves crash to shore, enjoying the warmth of your sun as it passes overhead, and sleep in the peaceful light of moon beams reflected on the living waters. Cecil Williams ************** Low, misty grey skies, lying heavy on the treetops. I gaze glazedly out the window, feeling anticipation, longing for you. The daylight wanes softly, slowly, gently, into evening's blanket. Crackling fireplace, dancing light shadows, soft ethereal music plays on the CD carousel. The aging speakers sound better than ever, though they're 15 years old. The rake of your carlights flashes across the room, stabbing my eyes as you turn into the driveway. My heart quickens as you step out into the misty night, and once again I can't believe your radiance. Lord Byron was right about the walk, if not the clouds... I greet you at the door, and embrace your beauty, stealing a kiss, then take your coat, and lead you to the fireside. You've brought good wine; we open it and it pours well... A toast to our love, and your grace and my fortune, in meeting you in a place and a time arranged for us by fate. A candlelit dinner, snuggles by the fire, and a night of romance, the memory of which will last a lifetime. Cecil Williams 2/04/92 ************************** WAVES Like storm-driven waves crashing wildly upon the shore, our passion rages daily, rising and ebbing like the tide. I flow in and out of you, pounding, relentless, unstoppable, till the wave's white-capped spray is gale'd ashore in the hurricane winds of desire. Cecil Williams 9/13/92 ************************ st20c@Jane.UH.EDU writes: >Personally, I made a promise to myself to never write a serious love poem >until I knew that I was ready or had explored every other subject I could >write a poem on. Unexperienced love poems tend to be like trees in spring >-- horribly sappy. no one important Cecil Replies: horribly sappy trees in spring? In spring the sap rises up from the dark frozen depths of winter to reawaken the dormant wood, bringing life back to the sleeping wood flesh. The blossoms of cherry trees, apples, and locusts soon to follow. And lovers young and old, will walk hand in hand through floral arboretums admiring the beauty that follows the rising of the saps of spring. There's a certain beauty that never gets old in sappy blossoming trees and unexperienced love poems. Sally forth, Spring I await you with gladness. Cecil Williams - 4/6/93 ************************* A Taste of Love I walk along love's barren trail looking for an oasis finding only mirage starving for a meal until I see a light and find your house you look like an angel you're the guardian of the kitchen seeing good food I offer you my currency in exchange for a meal but you reject it as worthless and counterfeit "but the first taste is free on the house" you say but I'm starving have mercy I beg you for a full meal for you have food wasting uneaten at your table spoiling in your pantry "be gone worthless!" you reply after silence so I stumble back out the taste of your morsels still on my tongue and along love's barren trail suddenly much steeper rocky and hard it's starting to snow now the sun has just set the wind is so cold and I can hear your voice behind me in the wind "Thank you and please come again soon!" Cecil Williams ************** Return Of The Cold Shoulder Six weeks apart then returning to love's arms found a bigger smile and tighter hugs the heat of your passion melted my fears into background. But then three weeks passed and the bubble burst... and it happened; the return of the dreaded cold shoulder. Cecil Williams ************** My lover carries a box with her, inside which there are stones; petrified remains of past fights and problems. Whenever things get tense between us, and some new issue crops up, she opens the box; taking out some stones, she thows them hard. They hurt when they hit me. Cecil Williams 3/12/96 ************************ 1:33am Thoughts drift sleep is creeping back into my head left for a while when lights were turned on and doors banged to put cats downstairs I'm starving for love I suppose everyone is who can feel anyway together is so alone sometimes apart seems closer together at least I can remember you the way I want. Cecil Williams - 9/13/96 ************************** 9:25am Morning job is done back home again and silence pervades though strangely today you are still home grading papers at the table so I slink to the basement to hide from you and our twisted form of love. ********************** 12:18pm You are gone to Spokane I will leave after work for my weekend job in Idaho Burger King for lunch with you was good especially after sex Sorry you have a cold I love you See you tonight? **************** Cecil Williams ************** ...I need sex... There are dishes to wash, but I really need to make love... The lawn needs mowed and watered but I'm so horny... Car needs gas bills arriving daily really need paid attention to... and friends want to talk about their problems but I am desperate for a touch... you are ten thousand miles away can't even call and the world keeps turning with stomachs churning cities burning children learning crime not spurning starvation, famine, and despair drugs everywhere But I'm choking on desire and I REALLY really need a warm naked embrace from a lover... seems so simple but it won't go away twentyfour hours a day No one knows or cares that I cannot think about anything else because there isn't any sex or reason for it all... ==CW/7-3-96== If you could look into my mind... If you could see my thoughts.... I LIVE sex A sex LIFE sex OF sex CONSTANT CRAVING sex FOR sex LOVE sex AND sex ATTENTION FROM SOME sex ONE sex WHO sex I sex CAN sex TOUCH AND sex HOLD sex AND sex FEEL sex VERY sex CLOSE sex TO WHENEVER sex WE sex ARE sex TOGETHER I sex DON'T WANT sex TO sex BE sex AsexPART. IT'S HARD sex TO sex CONCENTRATE ON sex OTHER sex THINGS SOMETIMES sex WHEN I sex HAVEN'T DONE sex YOU sex YET sex TODAY sex. Some days it is vEry hard to think about aXnything other than SEX because Somedays nothing else matters quitSE as much as SEX and being loved and sEX and having a best friend and SEX and perhaps finding a little joy and SEX and happenis and SEX in this, aSEXUAL world. Cecil Williams - 12/4/96 **************************