Sunday, August 19, 2012

LOVE LETTER: YOU ARE

You penetrate me with a single word --a syllable inaudible, unheard. Your silence disturbs my peace --forbids me from attending to irrelevancies. Your lips taunt me with muted sentences --thoughts kept hidden beneath a skin of mystery. Uncertainty, and the absence of knowledge consume and suspend me at the mouth of your truth


 You are that one wild thing I can never tame nor hold, yet I cling to reason without strength, without vision. I know the darkness inside you and I see light in your eyes-- yet there aren't enough seasons to capture a memory from a dream. Schemes of the soul remain and remind of meaning, of depth and the color of blind. There are words void of wisdom, and fear without place. In my silence, I surrender everything --for what it's worth.

 You are my sunrise warm salmon and golden hued, and you stretch across my sky like an angelic echo. Your starlit eyes breathe meaning in every glance--a quiet colloquium punctuated by borealis smiles. When I feel your cheek against mine, I understand the meaning of love and life. I photograph you with my eyes as rebel strands coil dark silk along edges of your ears, then bounce as you dance like a wildflower in wind. Even in momentary stillness, I see your inner fury-- fire in your soul. I will play keeper of the flame, and before my night draws near-- I will teach you to shape and hold it in your hands. In seasons between dawn and dusk, when my light fades into a flicker --take your spark and set the world on fire.

 I don't know if anyone really has a chance-- held up to the light --your image shining behind. Time don't erase lines --eternal blueprints no architect could reproduce. Someone's resurrected ghosts, they shackle and drag me all the way back to the crib where your eyes are exquisite slits and your tongue It's all a dream-- every moment, I wait for the sun to rise; I don't want to waste my time, I know I'll be waking soon. Your words: so pure, weave fibers through my soul. I want to frame you, hang you on my wall --so you'll always be there and I won't have to go away. --And I adore you, more than we'll ever see-- Somewhere between there and here, You haunt me, and I make love to your memory. Nothing compares when held up to the light.



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