She Smiles

“She Smiles”

She smiles and it’s beautiful

The warmth that spreads across her face

Filling her cheeks with color

Her eyes with sparkling diamonds of love

The luminescent glow overtakes her

Spreading outward from her face and form

To affect everyone who chances upon her

And the world seems likes such a better place

As if hope has been released from her prison

To dance with sister faith down every lane

To every soul, every heart that dreams

I pass her by on a late summer’s day

The light from her eyes catching my own

And suddenly I am changed in an instant

Nevermore weighed down by sadness

Or burdened by shame’s infectious sorrow

But liberated and let go from the darkness

To stand in her light without shadow

To watch her dreams wash all over me

Bathing me in something new I’ve not felt before

For you see, she smiles and it’s beautiful

And I am beautiful

Just by being this close to love
Poem and photograph by Paul D Aronson.

Model: Heather Aronson. 


Drifting Out Of Dream

“Drifting Out Of Dream”

   She comes drifting out of dream, long tresses changing from raven to red, canary to chestnut, like a rainbow reflecting all the beautiful things about her. She doesn’t speak, there’s no need to. She knows me, I know her, and in the fantasy state I am familiar with every inch of her form, beneath the flowing gown she paints herself in.  
   I have held her so many times in the unwaking that her body seems molded just for my embrace, as if we are the perfect fit of heaven, paradise, and all things wondrous. Her lips are mine to taste, no one else just I, and though she has flitted in and out of other’s dreams, it is here in the sweetly maddening dreams of mine that she returns, coming back to the one who first adored her from nothing, who loved her ‘fore he knew her, who waits beyond the doors of his imagination for her to come to him. 
   Her mouth whispers his name, and it’s mine, her kisses lain wantonly upon me, tongues dancing across each other, hungry and desperate as if this is the last dream we’ll have. And in the swirling of cloth that seems to just fade away at my touch, we are both naked and exposed, all our imperfections, all our frailties, explored just as lovingly as if we were the perfect Gods and Goddesses of old. 
   I love everything about her, her delirious scent, reminiscent of jasmine and lavender; her touch that while confident still trembles in anticipation of me touching her; her lightly painted lips, moist and waiting for my mouth to cover her own; her skin, once white now tanned by her pale lover the sun; her dreamy eyes caught somewhere between the seas and storms; her long tresses changing from raven to red, canary to chestnut… 

Paul D Aronson.

Leave No Trace

​Leave No Trace

The room was rented
her heart on loan
affections borrowed
passions shown
garments silken
on the floor
do not disturb
on the door
her breath quickened
her breasts a sigh
in her arms
I went to die
instead I lived
from her touch
I guess I needed
this so much
I’d been alone
not anymore
the room was rented
and behind the door
there lay lovers
in sweet embrace
our loneliness
leaves no trace

(c) 2003 Paul D. Aronson. 

To Hide From The Sun

Into the night, away from the day
Flee from the light to where shadows lay
Into your dreams where nothing is certain
Parting the screams with your velvet curtain
Boys will be boys, girls will be girls
But I am destroyed by the cruel world
Then you find me, fear soaking wet
And your lips bind me by night in your debt
Touch me to dreaming til my body quakes
While windows are steaming I will not awake
I’ll stay here like this, breathless and numb
It’s a form of bliss to hide from the sun

By Paul D Aronson. 2003. All Rights Reserved.

My Favorite Glass

“My favorite glass”

I asked her why do hearts have to break
And she took a glass from the shelf
And smashed it on the floor –
Scattered shards and metaphors.
I watched her meticulously
Put all the pieces back in place
With paper glue and scotch tape
Though it didn’t go back together right ;
A few pieces missing,
A couple of them fractured,
Still it was my favorite glass.

By Paul D Aronson. 2003. All Rights Reserved.



Like a kaleidoscope she turned,
Crystals exploding and melting back,
In an ever changing cycle
of movement and light.

He held her in his trembling hands,
And somehow it wasn’t enough
To stop the twisting winds of decay,
As it wore away the sands of time.

Always spinning in its mad rotation,
He caught a vision of what was real,
But it was only a glimpse in the kaleidoscope
Catching her crazy colors swirl.

By Paul D Aronson. 2002.

World I Fear

​”World I Fear”

I have lain here,
feeling the darkness surround me,
closing in tighter and tighter
until it’s hard to move.

Immobile this flesh,
this close to spirit,
is it but a dream,
before the sleep?

Consciousness cries,
fingers twitch,
and I’m so afraid
To be trapped forever.

halfway ‘tween death,
and the world I fear.

By Paul D Aronson. 2002. All Rights Reserved.