my heart and soul find themselves
playing hopscotch with head and mind,
intertwining with reason, forming coherency
out of the confluence of time and sentiment.

i trace across the years that have passed
like a movie running reel after reel
of fate and consequence, wondering how
i find myself where i find myself today.

and i look at you
and i touch you, smell you, taste you
to know that you are real.

fingers tracing road maps along your spine,
a lost traveler across topography i have
traversed seventy times seven with
seven million times yet in store.

lips brushing against infinity, wishing to kiss
the edge of eternity with you in my arms.
i wonder if we reach the edge, will we topple
over the other side together, or will we

simply land
within another space
where you and i are one
for another forever and ever, amen.

i could cross the decades and count the years.
i could drift to sleep in the warm embrace of
centuries and eons and epochs, knowing only
you and relishing the experience.

wondering if the vows of men and the promises
of those who have scarcely meant the covenants
they have entered into can be sanctified by
our blood shed in union, under one accord.

pledging to you the wide expanse of
stars and moon and the contents of my heart,
tossed into the air to land in the sky
we regard when we are together.

***

\”Such Great Heights\” by The Postal Service

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holding breaths, rushing wild while
i dance within the dreams shared in the
silent reverie of night.

what if i held you for an eternity?
what if i promised not to ever let you go?

starlight and crystals shining down on
city streets, i relive every moment,
fantasizing about skin touching skin;
souls touching souls, hearts touching hearts.

i live within the moments burned indelibly.
i live within the echoes of a memory.

thinking perhaps if i reach out i might
find you somewhere in the space
between my fingers and my mind.

thinking maybe i might find you
in the pages of a book.
perhaps sitting beside me,
looking over my shoulder and telling me
just how much you enjoy these times we share.

wistful daydreams, fantasies, and footsteps
walking down some path before us.

i follow you toward paradise
each time i think of you.

***

\”The Light and the Glass\” – Coheed and Cambria

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your scent still lingers all around me.
my fingers tingle with the memory of
tracing the features of your face,
exploring your body while knowing
this is right. this is all right.
i feel the cravings burning in my soul anew.

spent so much time dancing
without holding you inside my arms.
felt the fever rising without
letting you extinguish the flames.

the spellbound recollection of a kiss,
the way my soul became unraveled when
you looked at me that way,
and then i knew
that this was right, this was so right.
i reach for you to hold you once more.

spent so much time wondering
about the consequences of our actions.
felt the sentiments start rising
without sharing them with you, lover.

but now i know the way it feels when
my hands touch you and yours
touch me in return. the jolts of energy,
far more potent than a bolt of lightning.
this is right. this is very right.
i slip into your soul and find myself at home.

***

\”Howl\” – Florence + the Machine

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knee deep inside the waters
rushing through the current
being pulled by the undertow
what i would not do for

one kiss,

one decadent embrace.

rushing to you to be united with
the spell you cast upon me
the way it feels whenever

you

me

we are this enthralled with one another.

just one kiss, my lover;
just one embrace, to be spellbound.
the world around us melting away
until all that is left is

you

me

the night between us,
the stars shattered and the earth
dislodged beneath our feet.

what i would not do
for you.

what i would not cross.

what mountains i would not climb
just to be with you.

bring me under,
pull me down;
capture me,
claim me,
and i shall show you
the depths of my love.

#41 – Dave Matthews Band

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through a glass dimly
what light could break through
opaque curtains while
shattered moments, forged anew
are placed on display for the world?

a moment of clarity.
i saw the portal through the
seeing stone and felt the winds of change
blowing with abandon,
gusts so hard, it knocked my footing loose.

from whence have i come
and to where shall i go?
too many pathways diverge
with the destination to each unknown.

with whom shall i walk?
tell me now, fates, and whisper your
secrets into ears ready for hearing.
i hear the ocean waves and
note the storms on the horizon.

and yet, i do not fear it.
though the waves may toss and the
seas may threaten to consume me,
there is a light on the horizon
the dawn approaches with bated breath.

holding onto eternity in the
palm of my hands, clutching onto it tight,
i look through the glass dimly
until explodes a blinding light,
daybreak, with rays that neither burn
nor consume this being enthralled.

in the distance, i hear the clamoring
sound of things to come and i
close my eyes and smile.
come for me, immortal night and
claim me in your arms forevermore.

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stilled breaths settle in the air between us
as silent hearts beat forth a steady cadence,
hanging from the precipice, taking the plunge
falling to the depths, i come alive.

kiss my lips again and tell me
all your sacred secrets.

tell me your thoughts, lover, while i inquire
on the matters of soul to soul,
how two beings can be so tightly woven
into such a work of art as we.

touch my face and tell me
who you are inside.

reveal to me the things which tempt me
ascending to the heights,
my want, my need, my symphony,
arm in arm, we sing of one accord.

come to me and we shall
dance under the moonlight.

i catch my breath, as though the need to
breathe consumes my very core.
i bite my tongue to taste the blood and
sense you in the crimson flow.

eternal one, my heart soars and my
knees bend in admiration of you.
take my hand and sink with me in passion,
my maestro, lover mine,
my fire and ice forever more.

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i gaze into the portal of self
whenever i am close to you, my lover.
you lead me to the doorway and
invite me into the corridors of truth.

such volumes; so many stories of
the way things were and the way
things could be. i look to the future
and think of chapters yet to come.

so many winding, twisting paths,
how much i wish my young heart
were a trifle older so i could say
i shared those experiences with you.

but there are words yet to be written,
ideas yet to be penned and
symphonies yet to be composed
by the skilled hands which lead me onward.

there are dreams yet to be dreamt
and lives yet to be acted out
on life’s grand stage; shall we
play our parts, oh maestro mine?

speak with me and i shall
speak with you. share your thoughts
with me and i promise to be the
open book you plumb eternally.

so many things await inside a
future yet to be determined.
tell me of your past, my lover
and we shall forge our future together.

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all i ever wanted,
lover mine,
the feel of your breath
on my skin, the shivers,
the tingles, running up
and down my spine
as though bolts of
electricity, attempting to
restart a stilled heart
with your touch.

all i ever needed,
my eternal maestro,
the feel of your arms
wrapped around me
presence so close,
a whisper passing
between us within the
still of night, so blessed.
kiss me again and
dance with me in dreams.

and i shall find you
in the spaces in-between
and i shall find you
in the moments spaced
like breadcrumbs leading
me back to your heart.
keep me locked there
so i can be free,
keep me immersed there
so i can drown in you.

all i ever longed for
my fallen angel,
the sense of completion
the quiet, the tranquility,
a mind at rest and a
body settled against
mine, i kiss you
once more and pray
to whatever gods listen
to keep us this way forever.

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the poet etches words onto a paper
indelible words, with indelible sentiments
spoken in the deepest portions of the
deepest channels within a river running
through the very soul.

what could be said more than the
languages invented by men?
fickle, the sentences, often written
to lay the foundation of houses built on sand.
i watched the tide come in once.
it swept away the firmament.

tell me what conveys truth deeper
than these falllible tools?

would droplets of blood upon a canvas
do the work of a hundred sorcerers
casting a hundred spells to make these
small and simple phrases
lift from the page and bleed into the
cracks and fissures of your heart?

would the whispers of angels
in the ears of gods on thrones above
lace the ink spilled on the parchment
with such magic, the truth could not
be spoken any more sincere?

bound to the earth, i am.

the spells and whispers, the drops of blood,
all of these things yet find their footing
on those castles made of clay
laid down by servants of the master of deceit.

the written word, the double-edged sword,
slices through the marrow, but not often
to mend or bring the peace which
simply knowing often brings.

instead the truth resides within
not the tools… not the pen and ink before me,
but within the soul of he who writes them.
the heart of he whose fingertips
hold the instrument within their grip.

the poet speaks his very life
within the shaky breath and the
weak knees, the tears and soft caresses,
imparted one upon the other.
love, like a river flowing,
soul to soul and heart to heart.

such is the cadence of words
presented with hands outstretched before you.
let eyes meet eyes and hands meet hands
and therein lies the truth.

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walk with me through the shifting sands
of centuries, rolling in a constant ebb and flow.
time, itself, irrelevant except to burn the twilight
with the light of day, but in the night…

… in the night, you and i are gods.

strolling through the cavalcade of humanity,
hand in hand with the world around us
a place and time to be recorded in
memories yet being penned, to be penned…

… forever, lover… page after page in our story.

dancing with you, arms wrapped tight around
the one thing i shall ever want or need.
feeling you close to me, breathless moments
with lips brushing against lips, closing eyes…

… to kiss you. rob my breath and take my life.

i beg you. yours, each day, yours to capture
completed are we, two pieces of a puzzle,
sewn together into a tapestry.
yours, unending symphony, enthralled by you…

… immortal lover mine, my soul’s delight.

walk with me through passing scenery
and fill us both with the enchantment
i can only find in you. walk with me and i
shall be by your side, come what may…

… your eternal companion…

… your poet, bound and true…

… a constant star inside the night sky
we possess and claim as our own
through shifting sands and rising tides
now, lover, and forevermore.

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