Thoughts Collected
I inspect feelings with an illogical plot,
Disorderly, and caught between soft spots,
That press firmly against convictions,
With the intensity to bear gems,
From unpolished thoughts,
Eclectic collections of passionate moments,
Scattered across a mental mattress,
Like Polaroids,
Of abstract actions caught,
Made of memories that have yet to happen,
Dreams I guess,
Hopes previously dressed in invisible garments,
To conceal but not hide the depth of their sense,
The heavy meaning of their unlikely presence,
Here in the vastness of a mind,
Given over to fond images of you,
A consciousness,
Once, too packed with prose,
To fall for the con that is love.
Yet they breathe,
These reveries,
Living as fully confessed needs,
Expressed but held closely to a vest,
Laced with pearls made of fatuous wishes,
Notes from me to myself explaining the hopes,
That I have scripted for the climax,
Of this play of three-acts,
In which we’ve been cast as fated,
To have an endless dreamlike love affair,
Subliminally aware of our shared weakness,
For each other,
Consciously primed to pledge,
This promise that we plan to never break,
Ideas that we claim,
As the most of our absolute truths,
Traded between each other like trinkets,
At a trading post,
In the middle of a love-baren land,
At crossroads where we choose,
To slue left, taking the endless path,
Together.
I wrestle with making heads,
Of the tales that we swear to,
Plans that we make,
In exchanges filled with lovely words,
Inviting each other to spend eternities,
Adrift in the vastness of our personal worlds,
Pledges generously shared between us,
Well-meant and exquisite,
These sentiments overflowing from within,
Wellsprings of still waters,
That run deeper than we have ever admitted,
Wants that align us in this instant,
Of urgent yearnings and unabashed wants,
Crafted by unconscious reflections,
Of never-held things lost,
Severely more vital than need,
Received at ultimate cost,
These eternal things,
I offer you freely,
And I am yours.
