Those helpless times.
My hands feel useless.
My heart loves.
My mind loves.
My soul loves.
Circumstances may make me feel this way sometimes
But i know I am not. You are not.
If my hands cannot do anything
Else but hold yours
In this sterile room,
I am not helpless.
You are not helpless.
Music pulsing
Dance floor vibrations
Nocturnal visions multiply
I am here because
I am
Transcending tranquility
Continual beats
Fast or slow
I go
Where i go
Primal flows of body, mind
And soul
To rhythms timeless
Unending motions cause
Undulation across oceans
Rippling
Undoing realities set on sand
Hands touch
Lips brush
We
Us
Consummated
Entity.
In my complacency
And desire to be loved
I, in a time past, allowed others
To tie
Their defintions
To my ankles,
My hands.
I allowed them
To obstruct my lips,
My breath
Until
Left
Ragged and strained
I fell to my knees
In shame.
In shame for what?
For simply being myself.
I want to reach you.
To fall into you
And collapse in fevered cries.
Revel in
The sight of you.
But I will never beg
Your hands
Touch me.
I will never beg your lips meet mine
Or you arms surround me.
Dreams will have to do.
I will not.
I will not.
I will dream.
Trembling hands
Touch.
(Hold me steady)
Is this too much?
Quaking lips meet.
(Hold me steady)
I don’t know if this
Heart is ready
For the next move
Into
You.
Chole Into Diamonds 