I haven't written any new poetry in a while. Funny how love, when it's around you every day, becomes indescribable. Or, conversely, the only words that come to mind are cliches. I like to point out that this is why they are cliches, but it still doesn't change the fact that most of them are owned by Hallmark Incorporated and have thus lost a good deal of their impact.Anyway, enough with the caveats. Here ya go!
absolution
a simple afternoon
dove
that isn't me
metamorph
just for sport
infinity
a simple afternoonall i want is to love you
you don't even have to move
just let me sit here and watch you
or let me touch you, maybe
like the fingers of the blind
every touch teaching me more
helping me to see
learning the curves of your existence
the rounded hollows of your heart
where lines of power intertwine
with those of strength, wisdom, and truth
let my whispers caress your face
let these hands thirst freely for knowledge
let them listen
to want
desire
and you
absolutionthe fallen among the saved
gathered in mock humility
a peripheral beauty
that catches my eye
from here you are distant,
crisp green, ripe
and then i see the fallen
you were higher, once, but
caught in the trance of the breeze
you danced
and fell
i watched you take your place
first unsure
but, so quickly
you learned to blend
as i look again
i cannot tell
the fallen from the saved
dove lead into the curve of the wind
glide along the cupped scent of wonder
ruffled amongst your wings
echoing your movements
of graceful abandon and delight
my soul captured
i follow you in flight
Back to topthat isn't me
ripping your heart from your sleeve
that isn't me
tearing into your soul
that isn't me
twisting the dagger deeper, twirling
as if
i didn't care
as if
I didn't love you
and that is not
me
breaking the mirror of your world
into a million little piecespour honey glitter along my wings
watch it tremble down, faster
turn mercury as icy winds
and snow glisten my soul
just for sportthumb against metal, smooth
cool
pressing your lock into place
a shot
echoes piercing, longing
red hot arrows
tearing through my heart
emblazoned of hatred, lust
anger and want
and the pretense of not knowing
you even aimed
and hit your mark
infinitytake my hand, lover
walk with me under the night
lay with me on a grassy hill
and speak to me of suns, of stars, and moonsspeak to me of how they spin
one caught in the gaze of another
a pull unlearned, unrestrained
unable to deny their place or attraction
hypnotized
completei watch you speak of celestial things
i watch my heart circle yours
i want nothing more than to worship and adore you
hypnotized
complete
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