Time and time again
life will prove to you how fragile and rare is Trust,
and how valuable when found.
It will prove to you
that many people will disappoint you
and hurt you;
and how important it is to hold on to those that don’t;
how important it is to hold on
to those who can taste your tears through the kisses,
and then kiss them away.
It will reveal to you
that there is nowhere to go to escape from heartache,
that it will hurt deeper and stronger each time;
even though, each time,
you thought you had mastered the pain.
But pain is not meant to be mastered
— it is meant to conquer ‘you’, — it is meant to reveal you.
Life will manifest to you
that heartbreak is a lesson we must learn,
and that its only teachers are those we have loved.
It will show you
it takes a smack in the face with a boulder
to finally see things as they truly are;
and we realize we can lie to ourselves for only so long.
Life will prove to you
that sadness is only one of two wings;
and that we need both wings to fly.
That at the end,
and in the end,
there is only God and you…
engrossed in words,
your mind in a place far away.
you will read to me,
and I love the sound of your voice.
So often it seems
I have heard your voice
long before you spoke to me
When I feel sad and alone ~
as if you sense my somber wistfulness,
you take my hand in yours,
intertwine your fingers with mine,
and hold them..
gently yet firmly.
you bring my fingers to your lips
and kiss them.
I will always remember
the way you kiss me,
the way you hold my mouth
between your thumb and fingers
and draw my lips towards yours
as if you are claiming ownership,
and I so want to be claimed by you.
Nothing else matters at that moment,
when I can feel you smile
in the middle of that kiss..
knowing you have
all of me.
“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” ~ Emil Ludwig
the first kiss makes me sad because I can never again replicate that feeling of passionate anticipation, that pure unknowingness of a life altering expectation, that can only come before the first kiss
“In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.” ~Pablo Neruda
◊♦◊ but every kiss thereafter bears within each breath exchanged an offering ~ the seed of immortality a promise that unites two souls for eternity. ♦◊♦
“We are all mortal until the first kiss …” ~Eduardo Galeano
I want to do away
with worry and fear…
letting the sharp salt air
permeate through my lungs
I want to look out
where the sky meets the waves
at the water’s edge
in a brazen, passionate kiss~
a wanton embrace
at its farthest horizon
I want to look up
and be blinded by the brazen sun,
forcing me to close my eyes
and bathe in its warmth
listening to its solitudinous soliloquy
I want to read to my hearts content.
I want to write ~
until my mind becomes a blank canvas..
bleeding gold and silver
onto pristine parchment,
.. and having the golden sun bathe it
as it sets.
I want to paint with the Master Artist along the azure sky,
our brush strokes illuminating the hues
of sunset and twilight,
the reds, oranges, pale pinks and yellows and lilacs;
our hands resting into the deepest blacks in the depth of night
the stars, sparkling like diamonds
I want to be in flight
and chase the sunset
and the sunrise,
and mark the time
by the passing of the two twilights.