Poetry of my love for her

Love for her, prompts

heated black ink to caress blank pages.

A lively dance of the quill pen begins.

Rhythmic circles and purposeful slices,

capture love within eternal letters.

Scented ripples flung,

out of the flow,

of your long brown hair,

smell like fresh garden air,

passionately kissed by, lavender.

Graphic, the memories of our love,

falling into my memory,

like rain made of white light.

Evocative, your smile is devoured,

by my eyes, love’s sensation, wraps

fuzzy strings around my heart,

and squeezes.

Eloquent, your movement captured,

forever, in the theater of my mind,

in darkness, the gray light flickers,

the screen is stolen,

as you dance upon it.

Vivid, the curved letters of your name,

tattooed on the surrendered shell,

of the love, that swells,

my glowing red heart.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert






When that reddened pump, wrapped in love catches fire…

Desire, like a hungry caged predator leaps out, and devours lovers…

When soft lips float on top of stilled breath, and eyes close…

Desire, no longer an endangered species, its coat grows thick and warm…

When every touch flashes bright lightning, deep under hot skin, stealing kisses…

Desire, is a fire that will burn orange for all eternity, roaring and popping…

When the night wind, whispers away the burdens so abundant, in days light…

Desire, cannot die, as long as lovers hearts share often in romances blaze.


Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

Warm honey, sprinkled with moonlight

Hearts, drink love in hungry gulps,

breath, kiss, and caress, quicken 

sparkling needles dance inside fingers,

summer breezes float sweetly in warm night air.

Sand scatters on times shore,

wipes smooth under oceans of passion,

surrendered souls rise like storm clouds,

rain and lightning, blast an orchestral symphony.

Sunlight spills, free and loose into the morning,

a warm orange and yellow embrace follows,

blue shadows of swaying trees in moonlight,

Hearts twist together like roots and soil.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert


Whoa Baby! Wait a second…

“Hey baby, how you doin’?”


“Baby?  Excuse me?”


“I just saw, from over there, wow! A beautiful,  interesting… ”


“Look buddy, when you say ‘baby’ what are you implying?  What you will leave me with?  What my social status is?  Helpless and fully dependent on you, the man?”


“Wow, I just came over here to ask out…”


“Well, you asked… now go away, you guys are all the same.”


“All the same, really?”
“Yes.  You want to hunt, and harvest a woman, then once you get what you want, you are gone.  I am a woman, and I don’t need some loser drooling all over me.  I make over one hundred thousand in a year.  I don’t need you.”


“Alright, I see that some guy, somewhere in the past, messed you up good.  Why should I have to pay for that?  Could it be possible, that a guy finds a girl, they both are messed up, they both have pasts, but love and commitment may just be able to be measured by how much they are willing to change and sacrifice for each other?  I find that notion very romantic.”


“What’s your name?”


“Michael.  What your friends name?  I came over here to ask her out.”



Dear Wife…


Dear Wife,

Ahh yes, marriage.  We have been trying to figure it out for almost 13 years now.  You have held my heart, fixed my nose, fixed my brain, given me three kids, and best of all, warm snugs on cold nights.  You have been my confidant, ally, and best friend.  I would have given up on me countless times, you have remained steadfast.  Every time I try to insult myself, your fortified boldness rings out, “Don’t say that, about my husband!”

I joke with my co-workers that though we are a single income family, I have to ask for an allowance.  It is true, I surrender everything I earn, everything I have, and everything I will ever have, to you.  I have done nothing to earn your love, yet I get to bask in it every day.  How can anyone doubt, that there is a God?  Look at the wife I have been blessed with?

I had an expectation of marriage, a pre-written, poorly written script.  I did do something right, however, I cast perfect the perfect leading lady.  My manifesto, my ledger of expectation, has been shredded, to make way for clean exciting pages that embrace the letters of the years as they fall like summer rain.  I look back and read our story, it is wonderful. There have been ups and downs, gains and losses, but I have never felt so alive, and happy.  Anything I ask you about, or ask for your help, you deliver beyond my wildest expectations.

I can not live without you.  When I am away from you just for a 12 hours day of work my heart aches.

I love you.

I love our kids.

I love my life.

I guess I can love the dog.

I love,

that your my wife.

Happy Valentine’s Day 2017

Copyright © Zachary W Gilbert