I have not met you yet
not in this lifetime,
nor in any forgotten one.
We do not belong to old stories
of twin flames
or destined soulmates.
I have not touched you yet,
still something in me
knows the shape of your spirit.
In my hidden thoughts,
in my subconscious soul,
in the wild rivers of my heart.
I want to be the hunger
that finds you in the quiet
when you least expect it.
The pull in your chest
you cannot escape.
You will find me
not as something to own,
but something to witness.
And when you are with me
even only in imagination,
the loneliness loosens its grip.
You notice the parts of me
I keep beneath the surface
and steady my restless mind.
You tend to fragile places
of my core
and accept my barren soil.
Places my broken marriage
walked past
without ever noticing.
But you do.
You will kneel for me,
not in submission,
but in reverence.
With you
I want to see the magic
in this world.
Watch the night sky
light up with stars,
and greet the slow birth
of the morning sun.
Feel the moss beneath our bodies
in a wild forest field,
as we lay down there.
Let the earth hold us
Let the trees witness us,
as we make love there.
Let us admire the shadows
as much as the light
we both carry.
Let us choose each other
not once,
not by fate,
but again
and again
and again.
Wreck me
in ways I never saw coming,
in ways that leave
no part of me
untouched.
Because when my soul
finally stands before yours,
I will not run
and call it fear.
I will stay.
I am not going
anywhere.