Heart of my heartbeat
Eyes that see my soul.
Your flames consume the noise.
Heart of my heartbeat
Eyes that see my soul.
Your flames consume the noise.
Seems the darkness can last for days.
Weeks.
Months.
Exactly when you conceded to the little shadows,
You cannot remember.
They seem to have congregated in an unknown
Corner of your brain
And in a slight of hand
Maneuvered
A
Take over.
A little truth.
A little lie.
A dream.
A compromise.
Reality.
Yours and mine.
Mere
Words
Are humbled in her presence.
In the realization that they are not enough.
You do not speak of her,
Or write of her.
You succumb to her infallible
Existence.
You feel her.
She lives in a nightmare.
The
Monsters are not under her bed
Or in her head.
They are not in the closet
Or in a movie.
The are
Sleeping soundly in their beds.
And she wonders if they ever have nightmares of their own
For
They are in the other room
Of her home.
She is made from their
Flesh and bone.
Her heart and soul
Find such beauty in what may seem to be
Modest
And
Mundane
To most people.
She finds it
In
The
Magnificent as well.
To her there is
No
Difference.
I know you from a dream.
I have touched your face.
Our hearts,
They have met
And they did not forget
The light
And warmth.
The embrace.
I love the sun.
I love the moon.
Please do not make me
Choose
Between
The
Two.
And there goes my heart.
Leaping out of my chest
As my fingertips brush
The first
Delicate petals
Of
These
Spring
Flowers.
They have waited patiently for me as well,
Knowing
How I adore them so.
First glance
First touch
First Kiss
Didn’t know where it would go.
Last kiss
Last touch
Last glance
Glad I didn’t know.