you were pressed against me in moments captured on mind’s film,
your presence borne of a heart’s breaking into
new acquaintance with harmony.
the paradise of your eyes
sang poems without lustful melodies-
desire was of the whole me,
she sexual,
she intellectual,
the real me who is at times apprehensive
that wants to love you deeply…
not sometimes,
but on every day that the sunrise is blessed
with the honor of dripping its rays of light onto your polished bronze cast,
illuminating a rainbow tinted path to my
daily lyric of love, floating off my tongue to you, hymn of the him i see in your apparition.
yes… daily a love articulated to you in symphonies of love’s observations
and
declarations to you.
days
that yawned and stretched themselves into weeks and
years
of our union,
would pass through time’s sands,
with the rapidity of pleasure experienced in each and every breath taken,
seeming everlasting to us,
as we flowed back and forth rhyme,
scribe to scribe.
i fantasize of that era…
after our touching becomes natural
…and less shy….
and to think
i may have
never
revealed the sensations
which sat crystallized in that state,
as a rose
pressed
between the pages of a love story,
still holding the pattern of its fragrance,
waiting to be set free
in its re-birth
from a two dimensional remembrance
to a living entity,
wondering if you would water
it with your own care….
the recollection of how it almost was not
has me daring
dreaming
that you send me messages of a longing
a yearning for presence mostly
and somewhat of a loving touch
unable to speak your love
i’d be required to consume it
in its more potent form
sipping directly from your languid eyes
just one look would quench this craving in me…
no need for formalities
or affixing labels to our intersection…
all i want is to look on your face
know you are real
feast on your gaze
regard the mirror image of the sun setting therein
read the honesty in your aura
revel in the presence of a true king…
…my King…
and i close my love letter with thoughts of you
some pure…
some adulterated with erotic notions.
as i anticipate your receipt of my love words,
i glow with delight.
i am
exploding
like a new star
and
you are
a black hole
drawing all my energy into you,
spinning me into your vortex.
light sinks into the embrace of
perfect darkness.
we disappear together into the next dimension
knowing….
it will be
as beautiful…
as us together.