March 17, 2009

Don't go

Baby don’t go.

If you go from this place
the pain I will face will disgrace
this beautiful, sensual, sexually charged
bit of wonder we’re under, this thunder that roars
as we soar through the doors of the clouds
of this love so loud, and we’re proud
that we shroud none of these vows that we’ve made
in such haste, but this taste, this taste!
This taste of embrace,
such a waste to discard this part of ourselves
that we’ve melded from you and
from me and from blue and from heat
And we meet with a sweet, such a sweet sense of longing,
belonging that comes only through calming
with embalming of a love so deep
That it cheapens the very word...love, love

Love, that mystical, magical, actually difficult place to live
where faith is responsibility, where you’re
given so easily, breezily a gift that moves mountains!
I’m shouting! I’m shouting!
Don’t go my baby, don’t go.

This rhythm of livin’ you’ve given my heart
can’t be taken away, say you’ll stay!
don’t betray all the things you’ve been feeling inside,
let it ride, my love, let it ride through the night, it’s so right,
feel my hips sway along to your syrupy song
hold my head in your palm, let my neck meet your lips
and we’ll kiss and we’ll kiss,
let no feeling like this be dismissed,
pure bliss that exists in electricity
between you and me, we’re freed by this sea
of emotions that’s anecdotal to the notion of you leaving me be,
only to dream of the days we shared under sheets
when the beat of our brains mattered not,
just the thump of our hearts and the start of our selves,
united in throws of rose-colored prose,
Don’t go my baby, don’t go.