Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Where our ends meet
We recognize each other,
I to I,
Eye to eye,
We mirror,
We perceive the other,
To understand,
To recognize,
To accept,
To appreciate
Each other,
Sharing our intimate thoughts,
As if they are our own,
With clarity, we separate
But know we shall again return,
To this sacred connection,
For despite interruption
We are one;
our ends meet.
I’m in love
With a man I’ll never fully understand,
There is a mystery in his depths,
A beauty to his quirk,
I’m captivated,
And intoxicated by his everything,
And he is mine and I am his
Sans the limitations of a wedding ring,
We will always find each other,
Across the miles, minutes, hours,
My want of him is more than physical,
It is out of body, spiritual,
And we will always fall
back together,
Until the end of time,
Forever and ever.
Soul mates touch, make love,
Miles, years, and lifetimes apart
They are still, despite
The warmth melts
And opens up in me
Thoughts, emotions
I try to hold back,
But I cannot,
The want is an ache I savor,
For it is as close as I can get
to feeling your touch
I want my cake,
And even when it is given,
Even when it is there
I am terrified,
I am guilt ridden,
Craving
To taste,
To eat,
To enjoy it too
The tides know no shame
A wanton body beckons
To her they are pulled
She of Letters 