TO BE....continued Part 2
Because of Thee
My heart is full of blank pages,
breathing and surging and painfully waiting.
When will the pain stop and the heartache begin..
the anticipation of loves bitter end.
Birthed in the wake of a fierce rain storm,
warmed by the hearth on a dew laden morn..
criss-crossed and jagged and laboring in pain,
the birth of a moment…then the shame…
knowing the love cannot be mine..
it is someone’s else’s and I pine.
Wait for a sign, a word or a phrase,
something to thrill and end the piercing gaze..
Into my soul and into my mind,
waiting to leap flying blind.
In love with words on a page, and photos still..
grasping for life and another’s free will.
The will to come and go as they please,
wishing each moment a hand to squeeze,
a hug and a snuggle and a walk in the woods.
A picture to hold in the nights warm blood..
that blood that rushes and pulses through me..
now on fire because of thee…
thee you ask with a smirk and a grin,
since when did you turn to a Victorian whim…
when stories like ours were told every day,
when life was much slower and people talked that way.
When women and men knew how to embrace,
strong on their own and each in their place.
The softness of cotton, the warmth of wool.
The yarn that still spinning on the spool..
You are entangled in a soft web,
one made of velvet stitched with golden thread…
blood and heat and life come forth…
thumping and grinding and seeking the source…
that point where the melting..melting takes place.
That place between where there is no space.
.layered on layers of silken sweat..
the love finds a place all warm and wet.
Wet to the touch of the lovers hand..
gliding and feeling each precious strand
of soul and spirit that lies right there…
where love is living waiting …..
waiting to share.
(2014)
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