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.

Why I write

I don't know why I write.
I don't write for renown or recognition,
for people to marvel at my words (marvel indeed).
I scarcely write for myself.

Maybe I write because I've lost my voice.
It's been drowned in the tumultuous caverns of my soul,
I've forgotten its pitch and timbre as if it were never in my possession.
It remains unrecognizable and foreign to my being,
but I must salvage what is left
because I have so much yet to share!
Too many loves to be loved and purple skies to be seen,
too many beauties to be adored to be
without a pen to chronicle them!

I don't know why I write,

maybe I've found my voice.

On love

I will not love you for your smile,
I will love your smile because it is yours.

I will not love you for your eyes,
I will love your eyes because they are yours.

I will not love you for your hands,
or their sweet touch upon my skin,
I will love your hands because they are your own,
and their touch is the warmest gift.

I will not love you for your voice,
or your scent,
or your laughter,
or even your talents or good fortune,
I will love you because I know no better way,
because your smile is my smile,
and your eyes, my eyes,
because your heart is melded in mine,
and my air arrives at your breath.

Observation on Life

I don't long to know everything,
or anything for that matter,
knowledge will come in time, I think, gradually,
like most good things do

I am content to live now, in the present moment,
without hope for some future attainment,
some grand, but fleeting event,
NO,
I want to experience THIS life
for what it is,
not for what it could be,
for what I make it, not what others hope for,
because hope is a hopeless matter,
disallowing enjoyment of the here and now,
how impossibly futile hoping is!

It makes perfect sense to me,
not to say I have a firm grasp on anything,
certainly not,
but I think I'm headed in the right direction

If I can live every day, and I mean LIVE
as if it may be my last, then I will be living,
but I must not fear my last day because
that would contradict my goal,
I must only look to today for joy, for happiness,
for love

And love is what I will embody,
what people will see when they speak to me,
what I will make my goal everyday,
to love as much as possible,
because that is all I can really do,
all I will allow myself to do

My Love (part II)

My love is the tallest mountain,
it is the brightest flower
and the starriest night,
I give it freely because the world is in need,
in need of something real
and peaceful

My love is the loudest sound,
it is the quietest whisper
and the sweetest fruit,
it inspires me to feel,
to feel hopeful, and optimistic, even when life
shows no signs of slowing

My love is the loveliest song,
it is the darkest chocolate
and the bluest sky,
it melts in my hands,
it may melt in yours if you wish,
it can ease your turmoil and soften your words

My love is the deepest canyon,
it is the longest river
and the most precocious child,
it has no barriers
and boundless energy,
it wakes me with a deep longing,
a desire to shout, to dance, and hear the sounds
of the most silent morning
becoming the most beautiful day

My love (part I)

My love will be like the spring,
breezy and sunny,
unpredictable, but soft and dewy,
hopeful and fresh.

My love will be like the sumer,
steamy, and filled with life,
adventurous and free-spirited,
in constant wonderment.

My love will be like the fall,
accepting of change,
welcoming with open arms,
crisp and intellectual.

My love will be like the winter,
serene and snuggly,
dependable, but playful,
providing warmth and comfort.

My love will be a year,
will be a thousand, a million years,
time will standstill,
yet move forward all at once.

My love will be this,
but so much more,
the end and the beginning,
the start and the finish,
my love will be unlike any other,
but attached firmly to many,
so many that my love may love everyone, everything,
so deeply that my love will be loved more
truly, more honestly, more wholly,
than any love has loved.