A want or a need.
Searching.
A want or a need.
Reaching.
A want or a need.
Touching.
A want or a need.
Immersing.
Neither one nor the other.
Both.
A want or a need.
Searching.
A want or a need.
Reaching.
A want or a need.
Touching.
A want or a need.
Immersing.
Neither one nor the other.
Both.
Annihilation
Of
Ghosts.
A confrontation
Imploring.
Awaiting to come forth
Into realization.
Not a fight to the death.
Not a fight to win.
First met with hesitation
And predetermined defeat.
Ultimately cradling one another.
A taste of tenderness desired all the while.
Myself
Consoling haunting apparitions
I alone created.
Finding there was only love completely,
For they were always mine.
Me.
Him.
There he is
So human.
Unaware
That he alone knows the poetry of my heart.
Unaware
That
He is the
Living ,
Breathing
Poem of my soul.
These
Great
Designs.
They often
Do not make sense
Until we look behind.
Trust the journey.
Trust yourself.
The unmaking of me.
I am caught
In between being
Too much
And
Not enough
Of myself.
Learning.
Bending
But never breaking.
Seduce.
You lure and entice.
A poet’s seduction.
A maker of sighs and smiles.
Words of reality woven
Into the ink of fantasy
Until you cannot tell
Which one you have become.
Which one you yearn for.
Words caressing your heart and mind.
Finding their way into depths
Even you yourself cannot find.
Tempting and tantalizing
Between passion and longing.
Loneliness and belonging.
Lust and hate
Love and distaste.
You’ve left yourself
Bargaining for
More than a phrase.