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tide pool

by

Michael Tidwell

the ebbing tide
recedes
slowly flowing across still-wet sand
and leaving behind
a small portion of itself
a tide pool

and trapped within it
the memory
of what it meant
to be consumed
wholly
by the ocean's embrace
covered beneath
the warm shallow waters
at once
surrounded by life
moved by the ocean's pull
like an infant
rocked in comfort
by a caring mother

for one small moment
alive
now awaiting
the ocean's return

moment

by

Michael Tidwell

he lies awake
to behold her
reticent in her beauty
her shoulder length hair
falls against her bare back
as he tries to touch
ever so gently
so as not to awake her

her breath for a while shallow
then deep
he hopes he is with her in her dreams

no vision ever so beautiful
no caress ever as warm
no passion ever as pure
heaven white pearl
formed perfect
as gentle falling snow
a soft blanket to curl in

she cannot know
what she has given him this night
her sounds of pleasure a siren’s song
her body against him
bare and alive
adrenaline

she sleeps
and he should
but not wanting to miss
a single moment with her
he lies awake
to behold her

peach

by

Michael Tidwell

dancing shadows
flicker in candlelight
across moonlit bedroom walls

wet ripe peach
sensual and succulent
a passionate kiss
placed between open thighs
spread in sacrificial rite
i give you

maybe i shouldn’t have said
but there it is
my fantasy
my freedom
my fulfillment

one

by

Michael Tidwell

time alone
together
sacred
and no other one between us
either in my thoughts or actions
only the woman i love
whose body,
more beautiful
than the dogwood’s spring bloom
touch,
more stimulating
than a mountain’s cool spring
and whispers, like songs,
more enchanting
than a robin’s morning music
have beguiled
and captivated my attention
the whole of it
with no room for others
so there is no
i, you, we
only one

thanks

by

Michael Tidwell

captivated
motivated
by who i see in you
hypnotized
mesmerized
by what i see in you
beauty so deep
beyond comprehension
love
trust
also deep
sometimes found too quickly
my icon of passion
and lust
so sweet
and painful
brilliant
shining
radiant and splendid
my sunshine
you are
dazzling and glowing
have i said all this before?
immaculate and perfect
you consecrate and beautify
my life
my model
for perfect art
my sound
for perfect song
an angel
given to this secular being
who am i to thank
for this occurrence
turning-point
towards the dawn
forgive my intemperance
and overindulgence
in thoughts of you
forever indebted to you
for the ecstasy
enchantment and euphoria
you have given
thank you

willow

by

Michael Tidwell

the wind pushes through the trees
and into the the clearing
pausing at the one lone willow
as if to breath into him
a new life
and carrying to him
the sounds and smells
of the forrest

the willow
bent from age
fails to notice
for now he is captivated
by the beauty below him
a new flower
brought from recent rains
a gift from God
reticent in her bright beauty
in stark contrast
to the ground around her

too many years
have bent him almost to the point of breaking
a fragile and brittle dry limb
to be crushed by a missplaced footstep
each day another measure closer
to touching the earth
and he has wondered almost aloud
why he could not have been made
more like the trees in the forrest
tall and proud
stretching towards the heavens
and growing taller each year

so now
for a season
he knows
his purpose redefined
his hope rekindled
this new life beneath him
his destiny renewed

from the searing sun he will shield her
the morning dew he will feed her
from violent storms he will cover her
the bitter cold he will warm her
to her he will direct the insects
laden with fertile pollen
so she may blossom and multiply
filling the earth with her loveliness

and he knows now
that as time brings him lower
and her upwards
they grow closer...

bee

by

Michael Tidwell

ready to blossom
mature enough to feel desire
for the sun to caress her petals
her slender form feeds
on spring rains
each drop
sliding
slowly
across
her tender leaves

anticipations builds as i approach

hovering to await her waking moments
never a flower
more beautiful
more nourishing
so lucky i am
to have found
her smile
warms me as the sun

as she grows
so will my joy
and longing
and too sorrow
as someday someone
enters the garden
to pluck her from
the soil
my life
to sit as a centerpiece
or a bouquet
i will remember always
my favorite flower

warmth

by

Michael Tidwell

summertime’s gone
the winter of the relationship.
fires as embers
slowly cool.
push through to stand free
against the cold,
strong enough
not to turn around
and look back.

stare ahead in wonder.
across the cold.
above the crowd
of those curled within thoughts
and worlds of their own.
one alone
offers support,
forever from a distance.
the path that closes it
unknown to both.

place away the pain
and carry it:
hidden, for it is yours
protected, for it will protect you
and secret,
for you know it’s strength.

know that with next summer
also a winter comes.
so we prepare first
while the heat is strong.
gather the wood
to fuel the embers
lest they die again.

marta

by

Michael Tidwell

anger abonds in each of us
hiding the beauty beneath
which sleeps in discomfort
pulling close the covers
shelter from the storm

there is no more to lose
and so no need for fear
release your emotions
to meet again
for the first time
as friends

one chance

by

Michael Tidwell

the earth
your pedestal
which you float above
bright the yellow-white light
enveloping you
and radiating from you
an aura
with both power and purpose
permeates the world around you

grace indescribable
and a voice from a childhood dream
beauty perceived by all
strength known to few

you stood alone
once
betrayed
but nothing shows
except that strength
which only serves
to underscore your beauty

to persist in the face of such a storm
takes power more than a man can know

what man could be as lucky
to climb inside
that aura
and feel the touch
from hands of a goddess
and hear her voice
whispered in his ear

could it be
that you really don't know
am i really the only one
daring enough to tell you
what is so obvious

then maybe i am a fool
not keeping my mouth shut
letting you be who you are
and just enjoying your
presence in my life
like everyone else

but in you
i see
beauty for art
i hear
melodies for song
i feel
inspiration for life

and in this life
this form
we are given one chance
to express our feelings
if i must be made a fool
at least i won't have missed
The opportunity for expression

renwal

by

Michael Tidwell

the seasons as circle
spring returns once more
to awaken us from the sleep of winter
life arises anew all around us
as we are aware of our solitude
isolation as pain or pleasure

what was can never be
what will be is inescapable
what can be, a possibility

the universe shows us
it is never too late
to reclaim those things which were good
and meaningful
and powerful
and keep them in our lives

nothing more than what is highest good
with no blame for mistakes

you were
and will always be

moments of memory

by

Michael Tidwell

naked beside the sweat
after watching the hawk fly from the north
laughing at the late night call
to the radio talk show host
burning too much resin
in a closed room
choking on cooking habeneros
fish for breakfast
carving while camping
113 shark teeth
carving stones
and bones
and shells
hours on the phone
crying in the bahamas
laughing in berlin
beer on the stoop
sage
deer bones
late mornings in the cave
on the motorcycle
porch
couches
countertop
floor
mountain woods
in the park woods
showers

gone too soon

why this

by

Michael Tidwell

what happened
to the days
when we used to skip
at play
cares of the world for someone else

footprints in the sand

we were
children at heart
at play
in the happiest of days

why no more freedom
why no more time to play
why no more happiness

why this devastation
why this sadness
why this revolver

why my end

still

by

Michael Tidwell

the curtains are drawn
and window opened
in anticipation of spring's return.

borne on the gentle breeze
which wafts through
the darkened bedroom,

the aromas of past rains,
which have brought new life
just outside.

the fresh-risen moon
casts a warm glow
against the far wall
and illuminates
part of this space.

a chorus of crickets
come as delighted laughter
and happiness.

a dandelion's seed
dances in,
bathed in light.
hovering, then flickering
left
then right
for what seems a lifetime.
slowly
slowly
falling
falling
to rest finally on the bed.

smiling
he pulls back the covers
to rest his head
and sleep
against the pillow she had
where she slept
where she was comfortable
where she was happy

and he is now.

still

by

Michael Tidwell

gay

by

Michael Tidwell

your beauty

emanates from your spirit
and radiates

far beyond what my eyes can perceive.
your light

has lifted me

and my heart races

whenever you approach.
no matter how close I hold you

my hands cannot contain

that part of you

which attracts me -
some unknown magic

given to me by a grateful Universe.
already you live inside of me.
courage and a contented heart

belong to me.