.
**Crushes or
infatuations
•••don't last
••••this long.
•They're never
••this intense
•••••Never
this strong.
••I am in
thought,
••all day
and all night.
•••••Through
•••••moments of
••••••triumph and
•deepest, darkest fright.
•••I see you in all there is,
•••••I see you in everything.
••••••••Living in the present
••••but for the future I'm hoping
•••You calm and get me all riled up
••••••••••••••••at the same time.
••••••••••••You exist in metaphors,
••••••••••••••••••broken sentences
•••••••••••••and time worn rhymes.
•••••••••••••••••You give me life
••••••••••••••and take my breath
•••••••••••away altogether.
•••••••••You hold the key
to my erratic emotional lever.
•••••••••••You fill me full
••••••••••but empty me out
••••••••••••simultaneously.
••••You make me want to be
•••••••••••someone else
••••••••as well as being me.
••••••Paradoxes of the heart
•••they can never be quelled.
••••When hopes and odds
••try to be one and meld.
•••••This is how I know
••••••••that this is real.
•••••••••••••I'm truly,
•••••••••madly, deeply
••••••in love with you
•and it's all that I feel.

i went to the marketplace
i and my girl child
who is me and i her
we were drawn
drawn in
there stand a medicine man
he taught the speak
and the spoken
that which is innate
that which was known
all intent is tone

"Can't take my eyes off yours"
not withdrawing their gaze
wordlessly he and she muse
without batting an eyelid

"Ḧer eyes are a shade of blue  rarely seen ever"
he thinks, before words could charm her
she finds this" Ÿou've the eyes of a girl,
every girl that dates you, I am sure
would note it first" Isn't she right?
Öne girl knows another's heart better
then, do men stand a chance?" he wonders

"But there is a soft wave beating in the depth,
of those eyes" she softly confides
Ït arrests me,  can't take my eyes off
..is it kindness or love, or both?"
a welling within happens, he was debating just that,
but how, just how  does she know it?

"Ẅhat would you take first ?' he puts it back
  " If I offer you both?"
she smiles saying "I know what"
Close by they sit, heat permeates
from thigh to thigh, isn't it nice?" eyes probe
"Let that beam of light I see, fall straight
in to my eyes, let's burn together"

He shuts his eyes and remember
the camphor lights, soft on eyes
and oil lamps on temple walls,
flames that dance like hooded serpents
he feels the heat of her swelled up lips,
fitful bees hovering above his mouth.

waiting for love is a tough job
it drains the life out of you
the longer you have to wait
the narrower the road gets

waiting for love is not meant for everyone
just those few crazy hopeless romantics
that believe in the stories they've seen and heard
and are waiting for their time to come

waiting for love while your lover is closer than your jugular veil,
is the the worst wait of all
day n night are spent in each others company
not knowing when the moment of uniting will come

You thought if you didn't do it when you were young
it wasn't going to get done
but it's never too late to find yourself
and ignore what you think you've become,
you feel like a nobody but everybody is
before they become something else,
the struggle in your life should not be
what we think about your self, but instead
you have to decide that the years that passed
aren't what locks you down
because the person you want to be
is the person that needs to be found,
the time you decide to tell us what you really love
is the day of your birth
and you will know what to say
when you know that only you decides your worth