It will happen one day, not tomorrow.
But tomorrow I will close my eyes and
I will embrace the dream not hold it off
With shaking tearful fears and doubts..
Welcoming – opening my arms,
my heart, accepting you into my soul.
And one day, not tomorrow
but one day before this earth
completes another journey ’round its sun
we will be together
To complete what began with teasing winks and tempting smiles
–years before –maybe-a hundred years before.
Was there ever a time
you were not known to my heart?
Overcome by powerful feelings,
Unspoken words, unanswered desires
needing hope to perform its alchemy
and turn bitter tears sweet.
With certainty that this feeling echoes and grows
rounded with common caring and desire
Mutual fears matched by shared hopes fuel growing passion.
Dreams are redefined with shape and substance to
mold the doubtful fantasy
Turning ephemeral whimsy
into fiercely wished for reality.
Using all remedy
and means of resource.
One day soon, in this lifetime.
The space changes. The feelings swell and take on the shape of a cloud. And like a cloud they stretch the seams and overwhelm. They guide my day and rule my night and as they grow they gain in power and in purpose and in conviction.
Some things are just inevitable cannot be thwarted cannot be stopped are immune to logic and profoundly deaf to pleas of reason.
It’s almost comical How I struggle to rationalize these emotions And to cloak them in the respectability of stand-ins for more acceptable thoughts Not that the underlying history of pain exists in an unrelated realm But that it stands on its own and heals in its own time Existing…no, thriving.
Funny how some simple thoughts don’t make it to paper Much more difficult than to tell you how you turn me on And how I want to make non stop love with you for 24 hours straight to f*** until our heads explode And then again And again.
I want to kiss every inch of you and linger where my kisses bring you exquisite pleasure savoring each moan evoked by lips intent and eager fulfill a promise made let destiny unfold.
The magic continues The spinner weaves a fragile thread Taken to tangles and knots Requiring a gentle patient touch.
We are connected by a magical thread. Sometimes the filament frays – when confusion clouds the perception of action or inaction. Tenuous attachments attract uncertainty.
Fantasy, illusion, dreams – all is good – Reality is often hard pressed to keep pace with the mind’s alternative universe. Especially when that universe is shared with the embodiment of remembered yearning.
A vivid memory of crisp breezes carrying wispy scent of hearth and embers. Dusk falling rapidly as I briskly walked the few blocks home – dodging puddles and reveling – charging through piles of crunchy maple leaves randomly adorning the sidewalk.
Utter joy with the sensory symphony – for the moment tenuously overriding the swell of angst rising from my depths. A nameless yearning. Strong sense of something missing.
Feeling such a longing to reach out and touch the someone who was striving to do the same from parts unknown. Continuing my walk home and turning my thoughts to the evening’s plan.
Yet, down deep inside knowing that the longing would continue, the vague sense of disquiet would go unappeased. Until the shadows took on form emerging from the hidden realm and the wonder of recognition became reality.