I Do
Alluring is befitting of an anomaly that occurs only in my mind…but
my mind is fertile for the seed you’ve planted…I grow it with the
uncertain certainty of reaping more than some physical contact…I
grow it in hopes of reaping something so incredible that love has
no name for it…something so pleasant and worth while that time
stands in awe of its power, that envy and jealousy kill each other
just to gain the approval of what we together share…laughter
weeps at the simplistic beauty of seamless majestry in motion. I
now live to receive your gift of you-ness in the realm of free…free
like the breeze blowing softly through my thoughts while gently
flowing to places not known and never shown. I could never own
you…I could only hope to be touched by you in an act of total
innocence. Is possession an obsession that rewards the caged or
the cager? Does it give pleasure or support emotional masochistic
beliefs, sprouted by a one sided non existent move of a non
traditional approach at a supremely regulated love? I awkwardly
try to hide behind a myriad boastful rantings orchestrated by
child-like goings on that are washed away by kisses held close to
my core. Finally the rains come and the seed is nourished…finally
the seed grows… finally the seed is nourished and grows
Strong…
Deep…
Stronger…
Deeper…
Do
You
Feel
Me? Finally.
____________________________
Quinessential1
Alluring is befitting of an anomaly that occurs only in my mind…but
my mind is fertile for the seed you’ve planted…I grow it with the
uncertain certainty of reaping more than some physical contact…I
grow it in hopes of reaping something so incredible that love has
no name for it…something so pleasant and worth while that time
stands in awe of its power, that envy and jealousy kill each other
just to gain the approval of what we together share…laughter
weeps at the simplistic beauty of seamless majestry in motion. I
now live to receive your gift of you-ness in the realm of free…free
like the breeze blowing softly through my thoughts while gently
flowing to places not known and never shown. I could never own
you…I could only hope to be touched by you in an act of total
innocence. Is possession an obsession that rewards the caged or
the cager? Does it give pleasure or support emotional masochistic
beliefs, sprouted by a one sided non existent move of a non
traditional approach at a supremely regulated love? I awkwardly
try to hide behind a myriad boastful rantings orchestrated by
child-like goings on that are washed away by kisses held close to
my core. Finally the rains come and the seed is nourished…finally
the seed grows… finally the seed is nourished and grows
Strong…
Deep…
Stronger…
Deeper…
Do
You
Feel
Me? Finally.
____________________________
Quinessential1