When She is far away...

There is a Lady, fair of face
with golden hair and full of grace,
of beauty, wit, intelligence,
endowed with perfect elegance.
She's in my thoughts, all hours, all day
although a deep blue sea away.
Across ocean, land and skies above
I send Her my thoughts of friendship and love
and if with work She ever feels bored
I hope She knows how much She's adored.

micamino

To my own" Lady of the Woods"

Enchanting and beautiful, adored by many,
She's special and secret, discovered by the lucky.
Inspiring such feelings of wonder and delight,
as i catch my first glimpse, through dappled sunlight.


Some want to take Her away, just for them
while others may shout of Her; boastful men.
Some would give all, to have Her to keep,
still more are content to kneel at Her feet.


For me She brings yearning and burning desire
which tempered with love, enriches the fire.
Beguiling and lovely, intense and unique,
I know now I've found Her, I'll never be free.


micamino

The Universal Shackle

Flickering flames, a scented garden
bathed in cool, feminine moon-glow.
Face flecked with hot dancing firelight,
contemplating beauty and experience;
the minutia and the cosmos.
Fingertips absently touch cheekbones,
remembrance of a recent morning.
A secret smile.


Gaze drawn upwards to such aching beauty,
the all-encompassing milky way.
A lunar shackle encircling his whole world.
Heaven unfolds and he willingly submits;
smothering, surrounding all senses
leaving him gasping for air, in this
glittering infinity of pain and pleasure.
A secret place.


A glimmer of reflected silver
from his own gift of steel, draws him back.
How indivisible; the panacea of the Universe
and the unfolding of his life...
As the Earth is gladly enveloped by the Heavens,
with Mistress alone, he discovers
 his own sweet heaven.
A secret love.


micamino

Haiku

From long winter days, She greets me like summer sun. The world warms again.micamino

"Curve Theory"

Mathematicians have their angles,
scientists their formulas,
zealots have their dogma's,
but only one theory matters:
On my knees before My Lady, I all shoulders, flanks and back,
She is all poise, glamour and elegance.
Head bowed, Her scent my oxygen.
She sits atop Her throne; my Queen
cheekbones haughty, eyes sparkle in the warm half-light,
legs crossed inches from my face, such refinement; so alluring.
I am hypnotized by the perfect curve, 
the graceful contour in front of me, sheathed in feminine silk.
Enraptured. Held fascinated. In awe,
as a tiny vein flickers rhythmically, inside ankle
and barely perceptible above Her shoe:
The pulse of my universe.
That curve of Her shin! from Her knee to Her ankle,
framed by elegant calf muscles.
Above, a dark band of silk nestles against soft, fair skin.
Below, five inches of sublime, sharp heels.
Mesmerized. Lost in wonder at Her perfection.
The way Her foot sits gracefully in the cradle of Her shoe
as She sits petite, yet statuesque, real, yet magical
in stilettos to die for; or to die under.
Heels, which lengthen her legs far enough
to drive me almost to madness.
The most beauteous shape, the perfect angle. 
The Curve.
Shiny hard blackness of Her shoe, next to smooth feminine silk
and behind, warm soft skin; The Trinity. Art. Life. Dreams.
My only belief at this moment?
"Curve Theory"
MiCamino

"All of my dreams"

I long to be with You, My Lady, my Love; Warmer and brighter than Venus above. You lighten my heart and dazzle my eyes, like warm summer lightning blazing through skies. My alpha, my Mistress, my own guiding light, You're smooth silk on skin; sheer delight. You make me smile and sometimes to cry, those pretty green eyes elicit such sighs. My dewdrop on snowdrop, my first ray of spring, You waken my spirit; my soul needs to sing. So happy to know You, my captor, my Queen, my keeper of secrets and all of my dreams. )0(;-/ MiCamino