To be wanted

For someone to fix her in a gaze
Is all she wanted.

For that someone to find
Irresistible in her form
Breathtaking in her lips
The milky way in her eyes
A treasure worth digging
A blizzard worth braving

Enough was being said
But she wanted to feel it
In the beat of his heart
As he leaned into her
Arrested…
by her femininity so unique
He would be unable to peel himself
off of her…

He would want her unashamedly,
Unashamed indeed, for he would know
With a knowledge so intimate
That what stands in his presence
Is royal, if not goddess
He would be painfully aware
Of every second lost
Painful indeed, for he would know
With a knowledge so profound
That what is in his possession
Is rare, if not divine.

Slowly…
It dawns on her
This is romantic
Only when it doesn’t happen.

Not intent on arriving

I am a traveler

I have tickets to everywhere

I know that isn’t fair

And if you think this is hot air

Allow me to share;

Manuscripts are my airfare!

A book in hand

Is worth a ticket around the world

Many that one could afford

With a yearning to understand

The wisdom of the gods

You are no longer blind

When I reads I paint

Pictures of emotions felt

By peoples different

In hearts, of lands distant

Pains and laughs otherwise faint

Becomes suddenly so acute

Every time I read

I taste wine and rare bread

From the bakeries of the dead

And somehow breed

With their attitudes and creeds

Gradually I am freed

On scribbled tablets

I find dark alleys

And numerous tunnels

Leading to elongated railways

Some, wide and common pathways

Most, narrow and troubled waterways

Whenever I read

I find and plant a seed

That painfully grows to feed

My innermost desires and needs

Thus, I ascend

That is why I read.

"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page." -- St. Augustine

I have loved

Within me I search words to describe him by

But all I manage, is to cry

I go about my life as though he never existed

Though deep within, he never exited

I never loved another or 'felt' loved by another

so in sync as; he and I together

I will outgrow this someday, to myself I think

But no denying that I am weak

I will need the universe in its entirety at my aid

For I am and always will be afraid

To love, have, give, only to lose, hurt and pain

Unless it is him, that I fall for again

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. With this I am content.

Yours, Truly his!

I had a dream about me and you were not in it; his presence in your absence is peculiar.
I day dream about you and dream about him; unconsciously his yet consciously yours is curious.
Eyes closed I see him and awake there you are; that you are the lights yet he illuminates is mysterious.

What you see when we lock eyes I want to know; the sparkle in his or the twinkle in mine?
What is it you discern when we hold close; his heart throbbing or mine skipping?
What about us makes you blue; that he is the burglar or I am the stolen diamond?

You sing to my crust and he speaks to my core; I am body and soul.
He says I am gorgeous and you think I am poised; I am bold and beautiful.
Without you it is completely dark and him away I am glum; I am black and blue.

I have but I want; albeit what you are not.
I need yet I have; although what he is not.

Yours, Truly his.