And There Will Be Sunlight

In her eyes, shone the light of days dreamed of,

In her smile, the remnant blessed streaks of tropical mist, 

That bathed us as we found our home in each other’s arms.

In all its prism-kissed promise,

The scent of her skin like salted papaya,

Honey in her glistening,

Sweet cannabis in her wake.

And I fell into the fertile universe of her, 

The possibilities, the dreams,

The fantasy of a life drenched in the bliss of her,

And I refuse the starched tomorrow that awaits me in my departure.

To leave her presence to me is to risk an encounter with my end,

For each step away from her leads me into a void,

Stripped bare of all that is necessary to breathe.

Yet I move away from her to draw her nearer,

To forever narrow the corridor,

This chasm that spans the most ancient of dimensions,

And as time passes and spitefully separates us,

More insistently than distance,

I buttress myself with images of our tomorrow.

Now, in this instant, I find myself stealing moments,

Robbing tender memoirs, mining the amorous import,

Hidden in happenings that transpired between us,

In a desperate plea to my own recollection,

To satisfy my yearning for her,

A desire that can’t be, will not be, could never be,

Quelled by mentally caressing,

The residue of passing thoughts,

No matter their allure or the strength of their truth.

This stirring inside me, looming greater than lust,

Will not be satisfied by quotidian remembrances,

Of an encounter with her loveliness,

No, I require all of her in realness or nothing at all,

Therefore, I claw at the granite wall of time,

To make my indelible mark against it.

I will have her, the totality of her,

I must,

For this dim thing that environs me, 

Cannot exist in her presence,

For she is the light that 

Chases the void of my nightfall away. 

And she is forever mine.