Love Can Wait
Night falls and my urgent need of you rises,
Tremendous senses plié and ply their best,
Binding me tightly,
To thoughts that launch, themselves,
Propelled by wishing and longing,
Aimed overhead and soaring to planes beyond,
Consciousness, comprehension, and sanity,
In their ballet that plays to a crowd of me,
And I dream of the gathering of memories,
That you have guaranteed to me vaguely,
In the implied promises that romance begets,
Through innuendo, and lifelong requests,
And I wait.
Amidst The Turmoil of Waiting
As we run toward each other,
Open armed and expectant,
While we strain ourselves
In our respective, yet communal climb,
Each to cliffs that ledge over love,
And pursue each other,
To ends dreamed of,
We brave and overcome,
Challenging the sanctions that resist,
That persist in denying the now of us,
How Dare We Drift Freely
Butterflies and stars have an oddity in common,
When the wind blows and the clouds shove,
Their way through the night sky between them,
And we feel the breeze nudging,
Moving winged magic along with it,
As hard as we peer beneath them,
We are lost to see what keeps them,
From falling upon the nearest thing beneath them,
In Other Words
Words move hearts to measures,
That challenge reason,
And deny the meanings of things,
Announced, pleaded, screamed,
And I whisper these like thunder,
To overtake the stirring of your doubts,
As my lover,
These words, I pour over your brow,
As an anointing oil that cleanses,
The impurities of uncertainty,
That linger in my absence,
And for brevities sake,
I delay, remaining in the now,
Of our intense yearning,
To hear something,
That doesn’t sound cliché,
Bellow
The world calls to me from below,
And it weeps at me,
Often screaming in its din,
Of off-white noise,
Showing not a mercy,
In its plea, resulting to insult,
Lowering itself further,
To contrived sympathies,
Doubting, cajoling, threatening,
Lovingly feigning,
To care for me,
But at all times pursuing,
The reduction of me,