Night time steps in
And your presence stretches out
From my head to my bed.
As I spin the wheel for me
And for the world,
I pull together your fragments.
To rediscover, to refine pieces of you.
Morning snatches you away from me,
Dissipating your image to the sunlight.
Yet, it cannot dissolute the saccharine cravings
Or the savory memories from your embrace.
But I worry not, for I recognize
Even the microcosm of imprints left behind.
I can trace your hairline
Out in the arms, head or face
Of a passenger in the bus or train.
It was no wonder where to find you.
You were no stranger to my senses.
I can draw out your eyes
From stones of garnet or granite.
I can hear your heartbeat, your laughter from Irish violins
And Spanish guitars are your private echoes, your fondling whispers.
I can split the distinct outline of your smell
From cinnamon, vanilla and caramel;
Or figure the blueprint of your flavor
Out of morning dew or spring rain.
Tales of heroes from novels or poetry
Are narratives where I retrieve
How safe it felt to be with you.
I only ache for you in every fraction of my reverie,
The incessant reminder of my liquefied reality.
And in the evening you won’t get lost,
For I am all aglow, pointing you home.
Only in your hands
I can submit without dread
And you’re the sole being that knows
The second color of my eyes,
My fingers that memorize every hair trail
On your jaw line, chest and arms.
Your body is just attuned to my secret dance,
Breaking and making the iridescence of dreams.
Only you can read the symbols crowning my head
And kiss me like eternity is born from world’s death.
Earthbound spirits envy this romance of ours,
As Faes bless this furtive union.
So please don’t be far too long,
For even time and distance my dear
Are painful pleasures to my soul,
My addictive links to you.
I await your return tremendously, my lover.
Hold me still and play our song to sleep.
Don’t need to know if you’re my own design,
Or a pattern I recreated.
As long as we remember
What binds us together.
In the shadows of the day
And in the glimmer of the night.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 12:47 AM UTC
Night time steps in
And your presence stretches out
From my head to my bed.
As I spin the wheel for me
And for the world,
I pull together your fragments.
To rediscover, to refine pieces of you.
Morning snatches you away from me,
Dissipating your image to the sunlight.
Yet, it cannot dissolute the saccharine cravings
Or the savory memories from your embrace.
But I worry not, for I recognize
Even the microcosm of imprints left behind.
I can trace your hairline
Out in the arms, head or face
Of a passenger in the bus or train.
It was no wonder where to find you.
You were no stranger to my senses.
I can draw out your eyes
From stones of garnet or granite.
I can hear your heartbeat, your laughter from Irish violins
And Spanish guitars are your private echoes, your fondling whispers.
I can split the distinct outline of your smell
From cinnamon, vanilla and caramel;
Or figure the blueprint of your flavor
Out of morning dew or spring rain.
Tales of heroes from novels or poetry
Are narratives where I retrieve
How safe it felt to be with you.
I only ache for you in every fraction of my reverie,
The incessant reminder of my liquefied reality.
And in the evening you won’t get lost,
For I am all aglow, pointing you home.
Only in your hands
I can submit without dread
And you’re the sole being that knows
The second color of my eyes,
My fingers that memorize every hair trail
On your jaw line, chest and arms.
Your body is just attuned to my secret dance,
Breaking and making the iridescence of dreams.
Only you can read the symbols crowning my head
And kiss me like eternity is born from world’s death.
Earthbound spirits envy this romance of ours,
As Faes bless this furtive union.
So please don’t be far too long,
For even time and distance my dear
Are painful pleasures to my soul,
My addictive links to you.
I await your return tremendously, my lover.
Hold me still and play our song to sleep.
Don’t need to know if you’re my own design,
Or a pattern I recreated.
As long as we remember
What binds us together.
In the shadows of the day
And in the glimmer of the night.
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