Sunday, August 12, 2012

POETRY:ENGLUFS

Consumed with the thought of your departure,
The savor of your lips fresh in my mouth.
Interrogating your eyes this evening,
I searched for your expectations of me.
The words you used were inconsistent
With the gaze in your eyes.
I knew I was isolated from your thoughts,
Yet my craving for your warmth
Pushed me forward.
Physically there was no challenge,
But mentally you were vague.
An allotment of my heart,
Thought you were my destiny.
If only I distinguished how pitiful I really was.
Your face is sketched into my mind and soul.
Soon the illusion of your affection for me
Will pass?

PART II

The softness of you
Engulfs my every want care or worry
-moreover,
Now, is mostly meaningful
For memory's sake.
It's your absence that I
Embrace.

The sweet look on your God-perfect
Lips-as they encrypt their
Brand on the inner recesses of
My mind with subtle kisses,
A most unkindly kind.

Filtered sunlight prances it's way upon
The folds of her hair,
And our communication is perfect
In the muted form,
It's the sweet silent speech
Of timeless time.

I sink in slowly,
Floating on these rays of light
Where even with my eyes closed
It's bright.
Closest to her in dark light,
She haunts my mind in the
Midsts of the night-
As I fade out of sight.

PART III

How can three simple words tell you what I feel inside?
The feeling is real and cannot be denied.
I want to say it, but will you believe me,
Or think I'm a fool who uses it too freely?
When I say it please know it's true,
'Cause I will always love you.

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