she travelled the world
I couldn’t
yet we connected
spirits traversing space
I journeyed her
a world of her own
Love
Special Touch
heat’s touch would melt me-
both to,
and to be-
but for now,
I exist only as wax
to which a candle can never be made
without intimacy’s wick,
the spark of touch
and you,
for ‘we’
would glow in the dark
Carry On
her branches,
stubborn as rigamortis
her foundation,
deep as roots
her trunk,
wide as family
her leaves,
present
and her reach,
parted the clouds
and she grew,
as it rained
for her soil,
is love
and no winds,
could sway her
and no weather,
could uproot her
and the seasons,
lauded her resilience
because her essence,
was as a tree
a tree of-
life
prosperity
and health
and let it be so, she said
unmoved by challenges of the coming days
she lived in the now
her being reverberating an omnipresence
and her constance became a symbol for
life
prosperity
and health
ase(pronounced ah-Shay)
Siren-ity
as the winds settle
the feather lands
as the air thickens
the lungs expand
as the light radiates
the dark dissipates
as the frequencies vibrate
the world speaks to me
and I hear you calling, peace
Lower’d Self
We-
could be more.
You-
just like them
meant to be, more
are more
but all the same.
Me-
too used to it.
Fear.
Is There, Is She? Then Where, When?
is there a sentient being out there coupled for me
one named woman
designed to correspond to my soul’s design
knitted within my divine tapestry
capable of swimming the nautical miles of my depth
endowed with extra-sensory adeptness that can transverse the frequencies of my spirit
one that can hone with intuition the feeling of my words without words exchanged
a creation that can race in lock step with my ambitions
a siren of my yearning
an oracle of my visions, able to draw out the abstract lines of my consciousness into her own symbols that register an impactful and complimentary meaning to her senses
an energy in this world manifested into intimate and romantical tangibility
a connection that journeys with quantum leaps into infinite and parallel realities where we find our self safe sound serene and serendipitous in this life as one
a feminine equal that can both unguard my fears as we cater to one another’s, coming out on the other end resolute in our fearlessness together
is someone or something like that even real
could I even see her, or her see me
would I be ready and receive her
or destroy her presence, like my own?
unable or incapable of preserving anything and anyone with worth
the culture around blankets me with an ominous disregarding of value
and often I mirror that same attitude upon myself
and those closest
but I’d like to imagine myself ready to be complete once she found me
because my eyes may be too jaded to find her
seeing her for what, who, and how she is
regardless of where and when she is
just as long as she, is