The sea – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 19, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Strong and rugged,
sailor standing, seaside,
toes in the sand.
Broad shoulders,
his hair’s getting old,
some lost but not forgotten.
Thirds and threes,
he doesn’t even know
what it means.
The sea, oh the sea!
Home calls him away.
It runs up over his feet,
the dawn of the day.

Your heel – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 18, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Boxes,
shelves, wire-type,
I remember.
White Swan marks
without a feather.

I can’t describe
the blissful terror,
left of pencils,
Post-Its, right—
you pressed tight.

I’ve known of late,
sitting,
staring—
nothing.
willing

with a look.
doodling
fifteen pencils
sure
away.

Your heel
has lifted,
stocking running,
fifteen times,
I memorized.

The jogger – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 16, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Heavy breath,
Spandex, Nike—
pass me in
your labors.
You nod and smile.
Perspiration—
I almost feel
your clammy hands.

Your toes
touch mine,
hot and sweaty.
Breasts confined.
Your smell
punishes me.
I’ve guessed your name
a hundred times,

and how you’d feel
atop me.
Sweat runs down
your neck to mine,
your navel
wet.
Golden hair falls, wildly,
in your eyes.

Goodnight, you – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 10, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

The world spins ’round,
and I must, too,
turn in.
Goodnight, you.

Your knees – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 9, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Your knees,
pink,
cuteness,
simple
flesh,
call me from your chair.
Heaven’s hinge—
pleasure’s
knobs.
I make them
strangers to each other.
Shallow breaths
in sweaty palms—
They feel cool
in hands.
I’m dizzy,
I smell Spring.
With your knees
I foretell my future.
I get lost
inside you
so I almost
faint.
I smell Spring.

You are a tree – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 4, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Trees grow up between your toes,
this one oak,
that one elm.
The maple winds your curves.
I am it.
Oak I was til you thirsted.
So you tapped me and drank
and you were filled.
Trees shade your comely proportions,
your newborn skin.
You are a tree in my garden, amidst
the fairest, a flower,
tall and slender,
with vivid hues
and perfect petals.
You are my bride
and I am not alone anymore.

Penciled – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 26, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

I’ve penciled you,
surely I,
a thousand times,
throughout the canvas of
my thoughts—
surveyed oft’,
as land will be,
your bewitching form.

Today – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 22, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

A path we’ve walked in our woods
how many times it’s hard to say.

The oak we’ve visited. I swear I see
you leaning in its strong arms.

The stream our feet did wade, cool
to our toes on summer days.

Our grassy patch still bears
the outline of our blanket.

Today you are away.
I walk our dreams alone and breathe.

I’ve loved – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 22, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Your fingers, digits, angels made.
I touch you,
breathe you in.
I’ve loved your hips so many days,
traced your neck,
I cannot say.
How many times I’ve kissed your toes,
your perfect calves,
your knees.
I run my fingers up your thighs.
You bite your lip,
it bleeds.

Come back – Cary Briel

Posted on Mar 16, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Your earth imparts
to my bare feet, your sea
to my fair shore,
a familiarity,
a cottage dream,
a door.
Oh Beloved,
ten thousand miles
you flew, you flew away.
Don’t you miss
my pretty knees?
Come back, come back and stay.