She toils in the ocean of my love.
And yet, she knows not.
The stars proclaim our love.
And yet, she cares not.
The past speaks synchronicity to our hearts.
And yet, she listens not.
Our future boils with possibility.
And yet, she dares not.
Our hearts are wed.
And yet, she consummates not.
She has become the love of my life, my soul mate.
And yet, she is not.
My heart cries for what is not.
My soul languishes for what is not.
My body yearns for what is not.
What is, is what is not.
Upward towards your spirit star
The world bathed in lunar night
Afire with ancient light
This love that cries divine
That first writes “beyond”
Such grace my fawn
Enchanted glide o’er all that’s earth
We dance together
Two deer in love
Enchanted thrusts in moon-wet vulva
My emerald soul rests quietly
In you’re glimmering diamond spirit
Your diamond star
My emerald earth
We two deer flying between
In our dreams…
Was it last February?
I think it was.
A year of moments
In the fullness of her absence.
She pinned me against the wall
In that parking garage
And kissed me as if the next moment she would die.
I watched as she drove the wrong way out of the garage
And in that mystic fog, drove out of my life.
And, yet a year later
I walked down those stairs that lead to our kiss
Behind a shadow that moves from the fog
At the foot of the stairs
I call out, “Hey Charmaine”
She freezes for a moment of eternity
Finally, she turns and devours my sight
She compliments my long hair
I tell her “thanks”
And once again we are enveloped by that mystic fog
I cry once again in the face of the stars that night
I thought I was over her, I wanted to think I was
But once again the silence of the universe
Reminds me that I have no other choice but to love her
And once again I curse her celestial beauty
That gave me a love that can’t be
Except in a mystical fog.