if you cannot see me,

look to the moon

for it is there I wait

for you, in bloom.

intimacy is
my skin being caressed by
your amorous hands;

fluttering your lips
across my own, trailing down
to my collarbones;

darling, galvanize
me with your electric touch.
I long for you to

eradicate my
inhibitions stemmed from fear;
kiss me where it counts.

(show me what it really means to live)

Our souls are clouds
of blushing red smoke
dancing together
beneath the pale moonlight;
but our bodies are so far apart,
it is as if a sea lies between us.
Dearest, I am greatly envious
of my blissful Soul.
*It is laughing,
telling secrets,
smiling,
talking,
kissing,
dancing
and resting
with you
(and I am here alone)

How can I simplify these
ineffable words
imprisoned in my heart?

How can I gift wrap these
profound emotions
and place them your hands?

How can I find the valor
in my brittle spine
to tell you that I crave you
(want you; need you)?

How can I keep the image of
my mundane face
in your eccentric mind?

How will I know that when I return
I will be able to drown
in the entirety of your existence?

I need to know that what I feel
isn't simply for naught.
I’m reaching for one last glance
(touch; kiss).

I will be waiting (for you)
to unravel this uncertainty
and have what life so remorselessly
threw at me in the smallest of quantities.

darling, wait for me.

an infinite sea
has carelessly placed itself
between you and me.

I impetuously dived
into half open hands;
unaware of their frailty
but
entirely aware of the
uncertainty.
I struggled out of
the compulsion
but the dominance
of emotion
(illusion)
rendered me an
imprisoned fool.
In this vacant space
of
unfulfilled desire
waits my fragile *****,
but the shadows of fate
have conspired
against me.
Is it not my destiny
to shred my inadequacy
and have what I desire most?
In a state of mild lunacy
I try to regain my sanity-
fighting for a breath of air
to direct me to sincerity.
What frightens me most is
my adoration of
this affliction
caused by radiating
anticipation.
But I wait,
and I wait
and
I
w  a    i      t.

The art of hopefulness
is a beautiful thing.
I only long to be felt;
experienced;
not merely seen.