It felt like days-
The time from when
Our eyes connected,
To the time
Our lips did.
Seemingly hours-
lost in your chocolate brown
Whirlpools of curiosity.
Exhaustion creeping up my neck
From resisting
The aching pull of your gravity
Truthfully minutes-
We spent staring
Could we do it?
Only time would tell
You ask, I answer
The moment is so close.
But the longest time was the
Seconds-
Between the closure of my eyes
And the feeling of your gentle lips
An agonizing wait
For an indescribable feeling.
Those seconds themselves
Seemed to be minutes
Or hours
Or days
Awaiting a moment
I had anticipated
For a lifetime

Has every Poet felt THE Pain?
Well...considering we are human beings, and every human, at some juncture, has Been in Pain, then Yes, every Poet has felt Some Pain.

THE Pain is the brand that tunnels in and twists You through the Grate, until SNAP! You Break...wide open, a blazing bonfire, Flame of THE Pain has digested and phased Your Matter into Vapor, You are released in Smoke from the Fire,
Catharsis of Inner Core,
revealing an own
Inner Nova all Your Own.
As Your Essence mixes within the Mist of the Etheric Brain, you find your Calling, and your Mind breathes again and releases an expression of Healing.
Found In the passion of Musical Musing, the stories of the Glory of Redemption, the Color Splashed Canvas, the Prolific Poetic Artist, the Kindred You shall Find.
Those Deep Works that Speak to the Seat of Your Soul,
the Goosebumps that Follow,
the Feeling of Connection are just but a Reflection of a Kindred Kind.
The Kind that if You Met You would finish each other's Words before the first Sentence need be Spoken.

If You can Know what I mean, then I bet You've Felt THE Pain.
If You are a Poet, then Yes,
You are a Poet who has Felt
**THE Pain