And I’m tired
of chasing you
Come to me
when you are ready
when you no longer can deny

Our Chemistry

Melted connection
Twisted into
Separate sensations
Given for you

Oh that link
Threads to the mind
Grazing my soul
To find its’ kind

Tethered to me
Right in my heart
Bring another cord
Lest we part

If I scream into the nothingness... will it still be only you and me against the world?

I wish there was something I could do to keep you with me forever.

I want to be with you everywhere.

For now, I'll try my best for both of us.

I hope you continue to hold me forever.

You know that I'm falling really hard.

And she took his hand
on a rainy Sunday
Without goal or motivation
just bring shimmer to life

On a spring afternoon
she took his hand
In some comforting whim
during a stroll to be

That summer night
with thoughtless care
She took his hand
to satisfy her mind

It was the October winds
that brought them there
To a meeting of fates
so she took his hand

then he took her hand
On a fog Sunday morn
with desire that tried
To remember the night

and so on an April day
He took her hand
easing the tensions
Or completions to come

a summering heat
Of bodies caressing
in which he took her hand
With ecstasy in mind

more falling breezes
To exhaling dreams
and drifting into distances
When he took her hand

So they tried to join hands
To dispel the rains
With purpose and intent
Of abundant pleasure

Springing embraces
And the joining of hands
Of contentment converging
On a trailing journey

Scorching summer waves
The heat of their days
When they joined more than hands
Escalating their paths

Autumn brings true
The needs of these two
As searching for more
When they joined hands

I’ll take your gleanings
Anything that you show
Laughter is my medicine
So I’ll catch what you throw

I sought for understanding
In words that you spoke
There was usage in denial
And whimsy in your joke

I knock on your door
While standing by your side
Searching for answers
Within your moodish tide

When you reach out
I shift my perspective
Putting thoughts in the grave
To appear I’m receptive

I keep some of me hidden
Because I’m frightened of you
You can render those gleanings
Then leave without a clue

Will you awaken me again
Or cast me to pasture
As you seek greener fields
For another to capture

But take your gleanings
Anything that you give
Put it in my heart
So that I might live

the day was full
heat and tasks
yet my thoughts
remained on you
i burned and yearned
with fantasy in my mind
it twisted and turned
as you danced down my hall
intoxicated by your song
those words deep in my ears
i scratched inside
to see what remained
but I was saturated by you
as the day came
to a close

We are all struggling with the same fundamental thing.

Even if we realize it or not we are all condemned to the same consciousness.
And the same condition.
An awareness that we are trapped in a mind.

In a body.

In a world.

In a universe of multitudes.

With no idea what any of it really is, or why it is.