This poem expresses deep feelings of love and connection between two people. The speaker feels anchored and soothed by their partner's voice. They find tenderness in realizing how tired their partner is and wanting to help and understand them. The final lines reflect feeling cared for and that the partner will be there to meet needs before they're even expressed. The poem conveys the intimate bond between the two through primarily focusing on the partner's voice, care for each other, and unspoken understanding.

1. Your voice anchors me
An I love you photo poem
Tom
Your voice anchors me.
Your voice anchors me.
Your voice anchors me.
Your voice anchors me.
Your voice and says most
emphatically,
“Don’t worry.”

2. MarkYour voice is kind and good,
resonating
with these qualities.
… Your voice teases me into
opening
my heart, my everything to you.
And when I’ve flung it all at you
with a mixture of exuberance and awe,
Your voice returns me to anchor,
to safe harbor…and you’re happy,
and
I’m happy, rocking on soft waves,
the tender waves,
of
your speaking to me.

3. An I love you photo poem
SuzyYour soft laugh
Your soft laugh follows me
everywhere or…rather
inhabits me, prompting me to
always be turning my head
looking for you, its source…like
an infant touched on its cheek
turns rooting for
its mother’s breast.

4. SuzySwinging around, hearing your
laugh on an incoming breeze,
I catch you in my peripheral
vision,
reaching my arms out to
you
…just as
we whiz past each other
in our too busy day-and what
I want to do-is lean back on you,
as you breath and
laugh in my ear.
And I’m thinking about all
kinds of things to do
to get you to laugh more.

5. I feel such tenderness
An I love you photo poem
MoeI feel such a great tenderness
towards you…
when I realize how tired you are…
You are…
holding yourself up straight…
and you are……soooooooooo tired.
You are just beginning to realize
that I am here.
While you are telling me that
it is so hard…that openness of
yours,
is beseeching me to help.

6. …………….The never ending demands
and questions may make you feel
trapped in this situation… glued onto
a track like a toy train glued with
super glue onto miniature tracks…
but your showing me so readily
the situation, the fact that I can read
you so thoroughly with my heart,
will lead to solutions, as we
feel out answers together,
through this great tenderness,
this great fierce loyalty that we
have for each other

7. Words of love
An I love you photo poem
JohnWhen I hear your words of ….
…love, your voice of love
I feel the sounds that
your hands… make
while caressing… me…
as scales…

8. The outlines of your thoughts
come pouring into my receiver…as…
a musical score
…moving me up and down on……..
…the clef…..
When I hear your words of love…
your voice of love
……………………….I…hear
……………………………………….music…
music rowing a boat on a still lake
…the sounds of the oars…
passing in and out of the water
…as steady… as you are
With your words of love to me...
Singing in my ears…
my world becomes a lullaby
…wooing me with the sounds of
an… interior heartbeat…as well as
the sounds…of the mother’s womb…

9. You’ll be there for me
An I love you Photo Poem
DonWhen I go into full caring mode…
I’m. surprised if a man that I care…
about doesn’t love me…doesn’t start…
circling around me like a moon or
… planet around a sun, particularly…
after I start to engage my mind
and sensuality in “communications”
…with all parts of my… being…when
…I’ve started looking for… the
points of pleasure…the points of pain
…the one to satisfy…the… other …
to ease.

10. But with you there’s something
new. I have a strong and new
feeling..that you’ll be there for me
…that you are going to pick up
on things
that I’m going to need…and
give them to me…before I even
begin to think of …how
to disguise the need…or
have the time to turn
to anyone else …but you

11. Why haven’t you called?
An I love you photo poem
SamWhy haven’t you called?
As I listened in on your secret
movings, clinging to your silken sides,
a long-legged tune that crazed the
surface of your shining horns
-blasting surface that shines like a
mirror in the sun, you are caught in
your beauty, photographed in all
your green graciousness, eyes soft
with yearnings that furnace your
cleanly wrought white sand thinking;

12. Remade under your
fineglassblowers’lipsinto…
……………………………………………….a
moving living vase pulsing against
my neck, you lazily stir in the slight,
slatted rays of my late afternoon
sun gaze……I’m wondering why you
haven’t called by now, whistled as
you boiled over, or caught me between
your delicately furred purring,
rolling me back and forth between
your soft clawed breathing as I savor
the beginning and the end, the opening
and the closing, the unwrapping and
the
…………………………………… .revealing, the soft thudding of
what was in the pretty box,
you deeply in my head
……..But……………………….there was…………..no… phone call.

13. What would you of me?
An I love you photo poem
KobiWhat would you of me sweet?
What would you of me?
If I could I would lash us…
together with golden line as we…
…stood firm in the storm.
What would you of me sweet?...
Would you have me as a siren …?
luring away your troubles,
your… enemies, the robbers of
sound sleep. …to dash their brains
away
on the rocks?

14. KobiWhat would you
of me?
Would you have
me rock you in
my arms?
returning you to a
more
innocent,
less troubled age?
What would you of me?
or would you like me to sweep
you...
with passion into bed, or onto the..
floor, and make you forget
everything, anything except
my eager, hungry kisses.
What would you of me?
For the things that you
want that are not going to
happen? What would you of me? …
If only you would ask.

15. around your voice I turn
An I love you photo poem
…DaniAround your voice
I turn…
…Around your voice
I turn…
Like the earth turns around …
the… sun…as the moon and
the stars… all attached to
their anchors, turn.
Glowing and burning around
their.. …positioning pivots,
I turn around you.

16. …
Your voice is the draw,Sarah
the.. pull…that keeps me orbiting..
around you
…and I turn and I turn…
toward you and around you… and..
I smile……..and it’s delightful.
Your voice has this effect on me.
Yes, you…the one talking to me in
my head and my.. heart all day…..
Your voice arouses me, gives
me.. direction, stops me in my
tracks… and …asks me to dance.

17. My longing for you
An I love you photo poem
Bill
Awed by the starry tent of stars… overhead their
brilliant… white teeth smile-shedding
the… light…
of an erotic tango over the… pond.
The Japanese bridge ending
half-way over the gap of the
still waters- spits back
luminescence onto the slim trunks
of the bent- birches, translucent.

18. The birches lean towards one…
another
to whisper of love
on the opposite shore.
The shadow of a goldfish’s back ripples in the still surface
and flies off into the dark My heart, my longing for you
encoded in dark feathers flies up through the tent poles

19. To
recover
the
found
An I love you photo poem
Bursting and Breaking, to recover the. found…
. for the found like something
lost, shimmers Mark
Yes, the climatic changes of time-clings,
hanging anchored with numerous anchors-
and love, like all things either, lost and found-
or lost/ or found-cannot be held,
clasped tightly to my chest, like a rag puppy,
one leg drooping down along my knee-
never to be removed from my grasp; never to face changes.

20. That doesn’t happen with fabulous things
found-especially found flying love-our
found flying love.
Someday/this day-all the rest of our
days will be spent in the bursting,
breaking attempt to recover, to
find again- the brief illuminating moment
of finding (of being found)
I found you! I found you!
And then came/comes the painful,
beautiful attempt to keep you.
And so my dearest found love…
I will spend every day of the rest of
my life trying to find you again

21. standing in the doorway of love
An I Love You photo poem
Jane Standing half-turned
and turning once, and once more,caught
in the doorway-of our love, which opens and is-
opening, wide and wider-like the mouth of the earth …like
the eyes of heaven. and your arm’s touch around me,
lightens
and lightens my spirit, to the point-
where tears of joy
fill my eyes looking upon you, as my
eyes-looking upon your face
, are filling with tears-and I cannot leave your
sight or embrace-and love

22. so Jane I am standing
half-turned and turning,
once-and once more
caught in the doorway of our love,
which opens and …is opening wider and wider-and
I am. being swept
into the warm current of your soul-as
I’m being swept into the swift warm
current-of your kisses,
tasted in the mouth of us both-as I am being
lost and melting- into the sweet chocolate of your
dark eyes- …which are blazing-in
the sun of our mutual desire.
We are locked,
as we are locking into-each other,
standing half-turned-turning once and. once more
-caught in the doorway of our love,
the doorway of our love, which is opened, and is opening-
.wide and wider
-as ecstatic tears and salt are pouring
into love’s door-
a point at which my trembling and lust
and acknowledgement of you and. you and you….
standing half-turned and turning half-turned
and turning-once and once more-caught
in the doorway of our love-which opens and is
opening wider and wider.

23. (In you flamenco)
An I love you photo poem
In you flamenco Ned
In you flamenco
existing and sealing between us,
a music that begins without a sound
that begins with swift rifts between
our bodies that begins with
a steel string sun that blazes, sliding
with stamping speed, between the will,
that enfolds me in a guitar’s Spanish
song into your hands, as your eyes
play, against the cold
blue waters of separation.

24. Separation,
Ending now, with a clapping melody,
not
heeded to by passions un-leashed,
…………………………………as your hands ………..caress and slap and
play on, the
wood of my body,
as you shape me tighter and tighter
t o the movement,
of your embracing music of
black and arched cords, of booted
steps, as…
you shape me tighter and tighter
…to your playing hands.
In

25. In you Flamenco
An I love you photo poem
In you flamenco Marco
running rifts through me
flaring in a rolling, churning of mood,
that with a straightening of the head,
a stance, and a sharp intake of breath,
straps a hand across the bridge of breathing, as in you flamenco,
moving across the mouth of love
lifts the melody, rolling it between our boots with beats,
lightly nailed in punctuation, of you in flamenco, as you roll me,
rifting me quietly -resting me between your fingers,

26. ………………………………………………………………
…stroking me in circles of repeating short
staccato foreplay-ed warnings.
Warnings done
Steel strings spring… release me….
to play, to dance,
in
passing-s, posing-s, stares and
stances, done in flamboyant flaunt of
now flaring feelings, un-muted;
intended looks.
Passions, biting, striking,
in a fierceness at ease, in teasing,
done at gun point,
in rapid beating
between us,
heart and boot,
pulse in both rapid,
as we move into each other
in stronger mood-
blades drawn.

27. I see you…you
An I Love You photo poem
SondraAs I breathe deeper, deeper, deeper
and deeper-
I see you… you…you
the uncovered you
that pulses and flickers with a growing catlike shadow
Smiling/ not smiling/ smiling/ not smiling “That” …
hanging in the quiet, smoldering air “that”…
total concentration you… You breathing
,glowing in the charged particles between air
…and

28. Your eyes, mirroring a soul enlarged
… as you expand into echoing, meaning
space….and one foot …..one feline paw
stretched out……one foot…no more
then that away from you… watching
I move toward your breathing, opened
mouth, smoldering eyes, in
unsheathed steel and velvet purr…
no more than one sharp
intake of breath away.
then…..one breath…. with you.
And within you looking with
heightened senses… at
my …mate through the dark night
light of breathing, prowling together
. Now
I am on you, forcing you into
the wall…pressing myself against you/into you. As we
begin and breathe the flaming, joining,
ferocious, joyous sexual play we form one deep,
scorched, shadow on the wall

29. The Effect that you have on me Sam
An I love you photo poem
The Effect that You Have on Me in the Dark… I
topple into the warmth of your arms like a
tower of blocks fallen over in kindergarten…
the heat of your body
blazing against me immerses me
in a warm bath of chemical reactions, releasing
hormones of love in fierce and hot x-rays
that x-ray (t)he birthmark on your shoulder,
the... scar on your knee…and x-rayed,
brings back the light and heat of the sun
hot on my face, at the beach.

30. Blinded. I turn my face I turn my face to
feel, the burning, burning white light, as we move closer
together, two litter mates, limbs angled here and there
in a tangle- the places that we rub together sending off
sparks in the electric fur of our intimate moves.
Closer and closer we grope toward
each other, searching for something to suck,
rooting for a nipple -sending out
rootlets of teeth and tongue nudging each
other’s sun warmed instinctive search,
that infrared and tactile grows bolder
and bolder in blind radar recognizance
Your hand cups one breast, mine grasps
in friendly fashion your penis, that
grows hard as I grow wet and
florescent, oozing, ready, receptive…
to your fingers and tongue in the dark
as we sleep, and kiss, and breath deeply
the lavender scented sheets and skin
of each other -breath each other
breathless, loving the taste, the smell,
and feel of each other-as sleeping we
dream of our clones-that continue to
hum-electric
-plugged into each other through the night

31. S
Swollen with pollen
An I love you photo poem
William
Swollen With Pollen….
Your kiss, like a sting
raises up a sweet, swollen bruise;
(red and purple wine)
mouth savored, dipped in
by your lust stroked brush (tip), run painting, panting;
laid …
Down my blank canvas…
with fell honey scent-ed strokes…
my field is mown short.

32. William
Swollen with pollen
yielding, bursting; nectar full-your
shaft stands erect.
With salacious kiss
you lance, you pierce my valley
mowed through by your lust
Your kiss, like a sting
bore royal jelly, drenching;
offspring, clinging firm-
hunt (the) hummingbird
The) hummingbird hunts its tail, its long beaked needs
-paying more than fee-
With kiss, like a sting
and twist of slender long _____
passion flower sprays
swollen with pollen and a
Greek God’s happy myth
you play pipes of Pan…

33. With love’s gift
An I love you photo poem
Aidan
…with love’s gift, your kiss
With lover’s gift, your kiss
drills deeper inside my well
yielding up its fruit

34. ……………………………………………………
……………………………………………………………………….
TonySwollen with pollen-
stinging with love’s stinging kiss-you,
my lord are swift.
Fallow are your fields….
green are your harvested loins;
scarlet your full heart.
Swollen with pollen
your verse, and lungs; swollen staff-
fly, plunge……straight to gold.
Come wind to relieve
the heat that your pitch arouses-
the barred gate broken.
Burst open and full-
the vase of my womb filled full,
by your thrusting root.

35. The force of your love
An I love you photo poem
CassandraThis Shaking Gift of Myself to You
Standing at the window, not standing
out, but opening in, leaning in onto the lintel of my soul,
to hold myself up,
taken over by trembling by what you’ve changed in me.
I gave up my virginity to you.
You possessed it with your eyes,
by
your tears, -as I shook your heart,
your senses… to the roots.

36. Jay
The force of this love
knocks me
down
I am snared by my love for you
…snared by your eyes…
I rely on this, that I am safe
in your arms.

37. I think that I’m aware
An I love you photo poem
MarkI think that I’m Aware of Your Every Thought,
as it rustles through the
rafters of my recognition, intensely
aware of your living presence.
I think that I’m aware of your every thought.
I think that when you feel pain
in your left hand and close it, Clench it,
trying to close the pain out…
that wherever I am, I will close my
left hand hard, fingers into palm,
in empathetic second sight.

38. I feel it instantly when anything troubles you. …
But now, after weeks of disturbed and
separate lives …something separates us
packed in-between our coordinated hearts
and feeling.
Your mood seems to have turned
smoldering and volcanic.
My empathetic understanding like a
village already buried in the ash of your
unspoken anxiety’s eruptions.. cannot
figure out to take the first step, back into
a clear and clearer insight and closeness.
How can I help you?
How can I hold you?
How can I call you…help you perch?
like a little bird, Safe on the shelf
of my heart?
I photograph you over and over and
over again, knowing every shadow and angle of your face,
but it’s your heart
that I want to know every shadow and angle of…
to softly blow on the dying embers of your fire
to bring you back to…glowing flame

39. Open Your Eyes
An I Love You photo poem
…Mark
Open your eyes wider
as I breathe you closer…
breathing through moonbeams,
catching your eyes in the breath.
…Mark
Feel my heart…
beating against your heart…

40. Hold me tightly to you,
my forehead pressed into yours
Moshe
Feel my heart…
beating against your heart…
two hearts as one…
performing arias…melting ice…
releasing blue and orange
butterflies …in flying waterfalls.

41. .
You’re Always in my mind
An I love you photo poem
Sally
your voice anchors me.
Your voice anchors me.
Your voice anchors me.

42. Anya
Your voice anchors me.
Your voice says most emphatically,
“Don’t worry.”
Your voice is kind and good,
resonating with these
qualities, but rings alarm bells, if
you think
I might be approaching danger.
Your voice teases me into opening my
heart, my everything to you.
And when
and when I’ve flung it all at you
with a mixture…..
-of exuberance and awe,
Your voice returns me to anchor,
to safe harbor…
and you’re happy, and I’m happy,
rocking on soft waves, the
tender waves,
of your speaking to me.