my heartbeat quickens
when i allow your visage
to dance through my mind
my heartbeat quickens
when i allow your visage
to dance through my mind
if there were more time i’d have
filled all of your pockets with them–
tumbling words of love and devotion
simple sentiments, gentle reminders
unwinding thoughts cascading
from my heart to yours–
pieces of paper, folded by fingers
sounds formed from a feeling–
the surge through my cells–
electrical impulses
riding the waves, tossing the tides
within and without.
these walls feel differently
without you inhabiting them–
the space is vast– but the memory
of your smile helps to fill it.
the echo of your words–
a solid form standing before me–
utterances i’ve longed to hear
bouncing off the yellow,
tumbling by the grasshopper
who softly sings on seemingly
every surface–
a reminder
of the grace and charm
surrounding.
i fill up my senses with you–
drink your words– inhabit
your smell,
acknowledge these ties
and feel their pliant elasticity–
the beauty of their buoyancy–
a transparency i will not
take for granted.
a simple circle, completed
and completing–
continuously encapsulating.
journeying with you–
always along for the ride
my love protecting.
i don’t know what it looks like–
the view from over there.
don’t know if the landscape
has changed at all from your vantage point–
if these massive internal upheavals read
on the outside– subtle shifts across a skyline
that runs emotional and bleeds tempermental.
concerning myself with details, intangible
story-lines i narrate and expound upon–
their creation wholly mine– their
reality, my own making–
a confabulation
i’d love to set down.
giving ease to my over-worked brain–
its synapses firing overtime
trying to keep up with itself–
wanting nothing
save the simple truth–
details rooted in fact,
communicated out of love…
the ease of an undertaking
that feels like nothing
we’ve known before.
there is no one who
i’d like to curl up next to
more than lovely you.
the magical ebb and flow of
me and you
a crushing ease– the mysterious
pain of realization–
an unintended understanding of the
bigness of our oneness.
a union which neither of us
could have possibly anticipated–
the journey of two separate
pieces, complete and continuously
forming and un-forming to become more.
moving together, pulling apart–
each time the ties that hold us strengthen,
their elasticity unfathomable– unbreakable.
this path that stretches infinitely long–
with a certainty i’ve never before grasped–
that we will walk along it together– undeniable
sometimes you’ll forge ahead
other times, run to catch up– our
configuration always changing, as grains of sand
move with the tide
but the constance of we
is not to be denied.
you can always reach out to me
in darkness or light–
i will be there to hold you.
and i know you will catch me
in shadow or bright
if i begin to fall.
i want to enjoy every moment of you–
never move into a place where who you are
is anything less than perfectly beautiful.
i want to know you like the back of my hand.
i’m beginning to know you like the back of my hand.
the space between us creates a distinct
and enduring pattern– one in which i see
increasing details forming– lines and shapes
that are perfectly familiar and entirely new.
i compose symphonies for you in my head
see your face in faces i’ve never seen before
it is your presence i feel next to me–
when i realize i’m not alone.
though i feel perfectly at home without you
i know you can only bring me closer to the
home i’ve imagined– had glimpses of
i see and appreciate the beauty surrounding me
but feel no need to touch it– its particular flavor
holding no interest for me in this moment–
being so consumed with yours–
i can taste it with my eyes and
hear it it my heart.
you are the inspiration for my sonnet–
the reason my words dare to sing.
you are the undertone, the current–
your love
eclipses everything.
an instant connection
easy and familiar
grounded in a similar
intelligence– and
perfectly imperfect
in its inception and
duration. a snapshot
of a moment
shared and remembered
added to the chronicle
of experiences within
the overarching production
that is pickathon.
i get to take you everywhere
to the farthest reaches of my mind
into shadows no one else
would dare to wander
past my breaking point
and far beyond the limits i
keep insisting do not exist.
i hear your voice on good days
louder than my own– it encourages,
buoys and transfixes me– reminds me
of the magnitude of you– reminds me
of the magnitude of me– reminds me
of the magnitude
of we.
the edges of myself 