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I trace your silhouette in my sleep
While I dream
I capture lines that run deep
Into the shape that makes you
You
In my dream
If you stay still you will see -
a grand source of grief and despair,
the loss of love and time,
the ravage of age and its careful inspection and delicate repair.

The beauty is bottomless;
Like a murky core or stream of consciousness.

All that is within - Meta;  
shaded with visible impressions and the unsounded ripple effects of dark and light, good and bad - moments in time;

Emotional shifts of our unknown aesthetic design.

©E.J. Wanjiru 2016
*Inspired by The Goldfish Pond At Chartwell - Winston Churchill
My thoughts are drowning in his words
Not
gasping for breath
Nor
searching for safety
But
willfully falling into the depth
of being adored and loved greatly

As the current pulls me further away
from all that I am
I wish not for this feeling to end
Not to come up for air
Instead
To just flow
and know that a net will appear

©E.J. Wanjiru 2016
To all my past lovers,
I'm sorry I couldn't stay
And I forgive you for letting me go
I don't think of you as much
Except for those nights I sleep alone
And wonder about the things
I didn't know then but now I know

Sentiments I didn't want to express
And love I wasn't ready to accept

As the acquirer of these moments in time
My words were harvested by you
And therefore owed to you

To all my lovers,
I'm sorry I couldn't stay
And I forgive you for letting me go

©E.J. Wanjiru 2016
He is the type of man that should be loved with eyes wide open
No rose-tinted glasses or throes of passion
No crooked circumstances or delayed reactions
Just the distance in between
And a clear vision of what cannot be seen
The kind that picks you up and drops you off in a different state of mind

The kind that leaves you lost in the right direction
it has unexpectedly taken

A kiss so purposeful and sound
Even the force of the wind nor the stares of passersby can break it

The kind of kiss the brain is stubborn to erase
because with every eighth minute
the present veers off its natural course
to travel back to that enchanting space

Back to him and me
planted in front of The Liberty Tree
Back to the heated discussion between lips
and to everything felt and poured out in our kiss

To hello and goodbye

To stoked intensity

And to the eloquent expression of elusive chemistry

2016 ©
Inspired by a first and last date.
  Feb 2016 Ellen Joy Wanjiru
Onoma
A river is aware
of its course...
wise to the ways
of water.
~Jai Ma~
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