I’m folding your underwear
Clean creases, fine lines
Like you would were you here
Been without your touch since Christmas morning,
I called like you asked,
no answer came.
Two days have passed
And I ache for you,
For your laugh
Your touch
For the simple honesty of your eyes.
When your storms take you far from me
I wait for you
When winds blow you to the far corners of the world
I wait for
When your heart and your head
Need to walk roads I cannot travel
I wait for you
Before my arms held you
I had abandoned the pursuit of love
Had resigned to a life without love
And then there you were.
And I found the pieces I had been missing.
I found a comfort I had never known.
And from my mouth I heard the words “I love you”.
And I do.
In a world where nothing seems to last
I stumbled upon something eternal.
So, I will wait for you.
I stand on the edge of forever
Gazing across the great distance
Waiting to see you crest the horizon
And run back into my arms
These days run strange
like a constant de javu’
End to beginning and beginning to end
Playing with subtitles in my subconscious
As I stumble through, trying to remember
How the scenes played out before,
Knowing I have already traversed these paths
watching time and understanding
Stream through my grasping fingers.
One day to the next and the next the day before,
over and over like a bad case of contrapasso
and i can not do anything but gnaw on the head
of my best friend who betrayed me in life
Oh what Life
if only I had repented,
one sweet word would have done the trick
but my soul has traveled so far from redemption
The word holds little meaning
And what it promised only a memory
and the resentment which tormented my every waking moment
has become a looping nightmare in the afterlife
Action, consequence, regret.
Again and again, over and over
my eternity; reliving the sins I committed
and would not ask repentance for.
I know the score,
Future and past stretch out before me
In seeming infinite measures.
the last days will come
And the rumor is that I will be blind
no sight for either my past
or that which is yet to come
I gaze forward to nothing
and know that it approaches one regretful footfall after another,
Once the World has been harrowed
I will remain, I know and understand
I look only forward
and await the day I cannot look at all.
Such is the life I lived
and such the rewards I will reap.
The revelers sway, stomp, pound their fists against naked chests
While being caressed by the loving finger’s of the night’s flame
Sincere, gleaming eyes transfixed
They shout, laugh, cry and confess.
Emotions being intensified
With mead and endorphins.
This spectacle of individuals
Undulates into a single mass
A living, breathing, transcended heart.
But what is to be done with the reveler
Who falls in love with the flame,
And is no longer satisfied dancing the soul’s jubilee
At festival time under the influence of mother moon’s
Intoxicating pull.
Craving the heavy heat of immolation and the out of body
Exultation,
They seek the circle almost every night and are always restless.
Let us allow them to be priests of the flame.
So that love can be nurtured and understood.
So that they may pass that knowledge on to others.
I stood,
in the twilight hours of the night
Watching as your skin
Drank starlight from the heavens
Your skin, cool to the touch,
Quenching the burning surface of mine.
I reach out,
My hand traveling, caressing, learning
the mysteries of your nature,
I wrap my arms around you,
Take you in, hold your gaze with mine
We move, a wave riding a wave,
Slow rumble building to a roar,
To crash endlessly upon one another.
It seems you are always at my fingertips
But never in my grasp,
A dream
From which I am always
Woken too soon.
I can only remember your face
As the sun crests above the horizon
And then you are gone to me.
A shadow, a shade, tendrils barely reaching my waking mind.
How can a memory,
Which is barely one
Affect me so.
I am sick to the point of grieving
over the memory of you.
It begins with a glance,
Subtle, inviting
The slight crook in your smile,
Something only I would notice,
Your shoulder dips,
advancing, you rise to meet me
Friction, heat, a smoldering
A flash in the distance brings the rolling thunder
Heralding the terrible beauty of lightning.
I am no longer a breath
And you are the blurred image
Of a Gallic Goddess.
Flesh and bone are sacrificed
As we undulate, ebbing across the void.
Nature’s Force,
The Gale winds of Northern Seas,
The Eastern Tsunamis turning land to ocean depths,
The space between us churns,
I rise
You fall
we ignite like so many dying stars
Throughout the abyss of space and time,
Then a silent sigh, barely audible,
A tribute to Creation and Destruction.
We are once again Man and Woman
I am left grasping for words to express
The divinity our mortal eyes witnessed,
Despite much effort,
I am left with shadows of though
Which pales in comparison
to boundless joy and cosmic splendor
We have shared.
