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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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Anticipation

He caressed my mind
Just as my heart began to open.
Like a thief jn the night
He cleverly awoke me with his declarations,
Snuck deep into dark wounds
Despite his limitations –
These lesions slowly dissipate into haze.
But with not a single gaze,
How’d he know to get in?

Penetrating my thoughts,
He’s become a pro at deciphering
The moods my soul swings to;
And as my heart he pursues,
He causes a fluttering that knows no harm.
Unarmed, I give in gradually
But hesitantly.
Should I? Should I not?
Why not?

Reasoning with a lack of reasons,
A case I’m unable to state
For the places I’ve been
Compare not to the places he’s seen
Through dreams which enchant a morrow
He knows will ensue pleasure and ease.
His love has instantly become immeasurable
As he unravels a knot that choked
Me for far too long with a memoir
That would otherwise have no end.

There’s a sunrise in his lingo
And a misty coolness that oozes
Its way into my core –
I wonder if this sensation
Will whistle past the graveyard.
Mmm, raindrops taste like sweet persimmons
Every time the thought of him lingers in my senses-
Delicate and subtle;
But I anticipate encountering in the physical
For it shall confirm what my visions
Have alluded to as I patiently wait.
Ah, to anticipate forever through a single soul.


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In lavender essence…

He tasted like a summer night

Under a bright moon,

Sublime in nature;

An overflow of thoughts

Rippled to the perimeter of his mind.

Bloodshot – his eyes heard all

That mine could not see.

Symbolism expanded in my space

As it dwelled in his.

Shapes and objects in our cocoon

Filled with colors and textures –

Painted Ladies Mating
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It soon became apparent that

Our realities were measured

By the intensity with which

Our convictions were expressed.

He’s shifted; I’m immune.

In his trajectory I find solitude.

He yearns for me; I give my all.

Still, alone I walk.

But it’s perfect in its existence.

With the stillness of our hearts

We succumb, but only momentarily.

From passion we’ve come this far,

Ever so enthralled with love.