There is no such river or ocean of this world
(temporary, to which we pass through)
that I would not in a single breath
sink to its greatest depth
and rise again
for You
no mountain cliché
that I could not overcome
in a single test of my love
for You
I would go
one step further than hell
walking into the dark of Wal-Mart
for You
YOU
for whom stars collide
and new worlds are born
in my minds eye
I shall live in the dark of my inner world
(seated, legs crossed in yogic poise)
counting each and every breath
as if held back from death
and be born again
for You
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
the doughy round of your nose
nuzzle-burrowing as it does
my bewhiskered neck
I miss it so
sleeping
alone
the cottony caress of your yawn broken breath
blowing as it does, midsummer breezy
my threadbare open chest
It is not easy, you know
having to sleep
alone
the butterfly blare of your blinking
beating as it does
my back rubbed
I miss it so
sleeping
alone
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC