You pour your essence into
the inkpot of my soul and fill me so
that you can dip your quill in
and write the poetry of my life
on the canvas of skies.

I have received your secret message;
And sit by the courtyard
awaiting your blessed return
past the procession of stars
endlessly mourning the death of days.

Beloved friend, now it does not matter
whether the blessed dawn is nigh
or an oasis afar.

I want to see you,
But they say love is blind
So I'll have to rely on my other senses.
Heightened because of your absence.

I want to read you
But my only option is braille
So I'll, use my finger tips to trace every detail,
Of your embossed paper mind where your essence is printed.

I want to hold you,
Clutch, onto your heart like a white cane ,
Show you that nothing will ever be the same,
Once you're leading me.

I want to you to know that I need you,
Why can you see that without you,
I'll be lost and blind,
Still searching for a love I'll never find.

© Deneka Thomas . All rights reserved

because you
have loved me,
through moon &
sunset

I will
be

your thinking,
tangling shadows,

your peculiar heart
& your
wise mouth

the glassy darkness
that separates
you from the world

the loose lemony
fragrant essence
in your hair

the last
dying
rose in your garden

the snowy
flesh of
your dearly
departed

& I promise
no one will be
able to
touch me

not the rain,not death,
a bullet,the starry children of
the earth
for forever

I will be
with you

day by day
until the last
flower
falls from
your hair

I keep telling
you,
some things
are
worth
waiting
for.

Love is infinite
It will span beyond time*





© Amitav (Radiance)

Just because I potentially could love anyone
It does not mean I want everyone.

Lack of prejudice: that's what I do, and what should be embraced.

At first sight, any person could fascinate me.

Every person is unique and unreapeatable. That is absolutely stupendous.

Some people just don't get me.
But I'm the one who cannot understand
how someone could be so picky
to the point of defining somebody's essence
for this being's gender
before its soul.