Love lies in..
every gossamered
corner of
objects
and memories,
once owned.
Shadows
of yesterday
you thought
you overlooked.
Veins touched
by the soft glow
of an evening
longing for
impossibilities.
Wine half drunk
brooding into
the dissection
of maybes’.
Eyes that never
met to spill
volumes of
if onlys’.
Sighs dissipated
as cold smoke
into the wind
and fire
of tomorrow.
Soft light whispers into the forgotten corners
Overlooking shadows and secrets laying bare in the middle.
The moon cradles the night in her wistful arms
As you cradle mine, in your made to believe strong.
And all that remains,
is this momentum and space
between our condensed breath heavy with the magnitude of now,
Skin denuded of pride and satin we never bought.
Pulse stroked in the labile hands of time
Held like a pearl, dived deep, hard to catch.
The oyster of your world presents the song of your heart.
This bed I wish to sleep on, the sea of your life, (for the rest of mine)-
On a raft, a plank or may you call it my home.
I inhale in selfish lungfuls of all the dispersed wishes- stray and not
And forage to trap all the stars beneath the veined veils of thick eyelids-
Those carrying dreams and not.
Praying to slip into the burrow of you, skeleton and soul through.
Six feet, deep and under and more.
Six feet, beyond and wide and whole.
In the quiet hours of lassitude, between the waking and rising hours of dawn, the soul of this forest yearns to be clasped in the crush of your old wide palms, a visceral map of all the worlds you have touched and healed.
Skin at every arousable tip stretched tight upon these mountains and hillocks pine for the wetness oozing from the music only your mouth can sing.
The alluring darkness of her secret alcoves and explored caves awaits to be played upon by your nimble long calloused fingers that have caressed the softness of many a lovers’ lips.
The feet of her earth ache to be entwined with your downtrodden ones, to infuse your roots with the vigour only her soil could give, even if you have to trample upon her, again and again.
And somewhere between the beginning, the middle and the end of her terrain, when you have trespassed all her rocks and marsh and pits and lakes, she lies wide open and awake, to have all of yours in her, in union and unison until eternity.
Letting the glaciers of all your unshed tears hitherto melt into the rivers that would make her deltas fertile, as she gives you life, while you sob into her earthly scent the undying throes of your passion.
Choose a path
Even when stumbling through
The blinding darkness of a night in the jungle.
Choose a path
Even when swimming in
An ocean full of currents.
Choose a path
Even when walking through the garden maze
Of friends and families who forget you
In the throes of their celebrations.
Choose a path
Even when doubt appears more comfortable
Than your good old friend
Belief.
Choose a path
When riding through the dimming haze of a mysterious fog,
Or the furious rage of an uncalled sandstorm.
But always choose
That path,
That breaks all these barriers,
To come to You,
And only be Yours.
Choose a path
That Becomes Yours,
That Becomes
You.
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