May 2014
Before...
Before I knew you my hands were rocks and appendages, taped on by meaningless tendons that had never been cleansed by the limestone of your body or soothed by the balm you call skin or held by the soft feathers you call hands. Boring globs, my hands were, before I had caressed your milky world of a body, or slid my hand along your rollings hills and curves only to stop at your speckled cheek to feel your sunset of a face, blushing without absence and nuzzling into my own longing for more, your eyes meeting my own.
Before...
Before I knew you my tongue was a sand dune of sadness, wallowing in it's dampened hills waiting to emerge and meet your own in a luscious sandstorm of lust and beauty and dance until water need course its way along our throats and hydrate us allowing our tango to continue its way through an invisible dance-room, stepping to an unheard beat, lapping along your own red room and protruding its way out and onto the nape of your silky neck.
Before...
Before I knew you my eyes were meaningless pools of mud, glancing for miles along empty shores and welling with nonexistent tears that need not flow along coarse cheeks. These irises had never perceived beauty such as yours at this time, only stared into meaningless faces and seen the truth of my personal planet; empty and filled with nothing. They had only stared into cloudless skies and seen grassless dirt, of which they attempted to blend, to become one with an unnecessary hovel of which I called home. My eyes had never conceived the idea of pondering such beauty. Only when doing so did they grow in size, until bursting became preferable, exploding in a wave of passion that would spread throughout my entire body leaving me with a feeling of unmet longing.
Before...
Before I knew you my body was a slab of dirt, muddled by the world which I've walked, crying out to be held and loved. How it longed to be caressed and scratched upon the surface by claws of beauty and hands of birds, flying along my own skin and moving through my wondrous sky without hesitance. Only to plummet down and have us fall into each-others bodies, meeting and colliding in a ying-yang and circling in a whirlwind of which no one can stop and catch a breath, gasping for air only to be greeted by the loving hold of a mouth upon each own, and to continue this dance, silk upon silk, cleaning the dirt of a muddled slab and allowing me to feel pure in your holiness.
Before..
Before I knew you my heart was a drum that had never been smacked with wooden sticks, awoken by the sound of a snare that echoes endlessly, only to be heard by you. That echo remained un-followed, waiting to be played once more and create a rhythm of which to follow. A beat that had never been played upon a winding track, full of hurdles of which I would breathlessly jump to reach you. Allowing the blood to pump through my veins and reach the coursing river that I swim with great speeds to reach you. Following along the shore, and sinking in this red river to become aware of your divine existence.
But that was before...
When I knew you we met in the middle and discussed our love through gorgeous pervasive actions that spread through our fingertips and creeped inside of us all the way to our hearts, leaving us boiling inside; cooking with anticipation; waiting for the continuance of such splendid actions. Our love is divine and flies like a dove amongst the godless stars who know no bounds, only knowledgeable of endless flame such as our own; burning brightly in our minds, firing of receptors, telling us to cling to the shirt and fabric of this love and never release. Advising us to search for the pool of our love and drown in it, never to return for air, and to find solace in the sand at the bottom of this well that grows ever deeper with our every encounter. Warning us to never emerge, and to endlessly baptize our minds amongst the audacious ocean of our hearts.
Before I knew you, I loved you. Now that I love you; I do.
There is no before. There is only more.
Before I knew you my hands were rocks and appendages, taped on by meaningless tendons that had never been cleansed by the limestone of your body or soothed by the balm you call skin or held by the soft feathers you call hands. Boring globs, my hands were, before I had caressed your milky world of a body, or slid my hand along your rollings hills and curves only to stop at your speckled cheek to feel your sunset of a face, blushing without absence and nuzzling into my own longing for more, your eyes meeting my own.
Before...
Before I knew you my tongue was a sand dune of sadness, wallowing in it's dampened hills waiting to emerge and meet your own in a luscious sandstorm of lust and beauty and dance until water need course its way along our throats and hydrate us allowing our tango to continue its way through an invisible dance-room, stepping to an unheard beat, lapping along your own red room and protruding its way out and onto the nape of your silky neck.
Before...
Before I knew you my eyes were meaningless pools of mud, glancing for miles along empty shores and welling with nonexistent tears that need not flow along coarse cheeks. These irises had never perceived beauty such as yours at this time, only stared into meaningless faces and seen the truth of my personal planet; empty and filled with nothing. They had only stared into cloudless skies and seen grassless dirt, of which they attempted to blend, to become one with an unnecessary hovel of which I called home. My eyes had never conceived the idea of pondering such beauty. Only when doing so did they grow in size, until bursting became preferable, exploding in a wave of passion that would spread throughout my entire body leaving me with a feeling of unmet longing.
Before...
Before I knew you my body was a slab of dirt, muddled by the world which I've walked, crying out to be held and loved. How it longed to be caressed and scratched upon the surface by claws of beauty and hands of birds, flying along my own skin and moving through my wondrous sky without hesitance. Only to plummet down and have us fall into each-others bodies, meeting and colliding in a ying-yang and circling in a whirlwind of which no one can stop and catch a breath, gasping for air only to be greeted by the loving hold of a mouth upon each own, and to continue this dance, silk upon silk, cleaning the dirt of a muddled slab and allowing me to feel pure in your holiness.
Before..
Before I knew you my heart was a drum that had never been smacked with wooden sticks, awoken by the sound of a snare that echoes endlessly, only to be heard by you. That echo remained un-followed, waiting to be played once more and create a rhythm of which to follow. A beat that had never been played upon a winding track, full of hurdles of which I would breathlessly jump to reach you. Allowing the blood to pump through my veins and reach the coursing river that I swim with great speeds to reach you. Following along the shore, and sinking in this red river to become aware of your divine existence.
But that was before...
When I knew you we met in the middle and discussed our love through gorgeous pervasive actions that spread through our fingertips and creeped inside of us all the way to our hearts, leaving us boiling inside; cooking with anticipation; waiting for the continuance of such splendid actions. Our love is divine and flies like a dove amongst the godless stars who know no bounds, only knowledgeable of endless flame such as our own; burning brightly in our minds, firing of receptors, telling us to cling to the shirt and fabric of this love and never release. Advising us to search for the pool of our love and drown in it, never to return for air, and to find solace in the sand at the bottom of this well that grows ever deeper with our every encounter. Warning us to never emerge, and to endlessly baptize our minds amongst the audacious ocean of our hearts.
Before I knew you, I loved you. Now that I love you; I do.
There is no before. There is only more.
This is my first poem on this site!
