He asked again
if I love him...
as his tears enunciated the spaces
and time ...
the distance in between
this slow dance of togetherness,
this rare and elusive betrothal
of heart and soul, man to woman.
Does he realize
I can refuse him nothing
this spirit kindred so undeniable
I have found
with a love so profound
it pales in the simile of the sunshine
that will grace tomorrow’s sands?
He asks if I want him,
in pleading tones recollected
as I walk this nightly path, a rehearsal
in silent ballet with his spirit,
heart spiraling through stolen moments
in preparation for the next entrechat.
Oh muse, it is far more than want this love.
As sure as the waning moon illuminates
the midnight tide,
huge and pale orange as he consumes my thoughts
and I succumb…
surrender to him like a child
running home in heaven's torrent
to be cleansed of foolish insecurity
seeking shelter and temptation
in the tinder of his embrace.
Mere love and longing like stepping stones
from verbal allure
to fidelity and emotion's promise.
this aching need for forever's embrace.
Retreat heart from those empty spaces
in the eye of life's storm and revel
in dulcet deluge of discovery.
I seek the beauty that remains
And I find it in you.
Make love to me in nature's metaphor,
as one with dawn’s arousing scintillance
in her aqueous tone of marsh grasses and tidal surge…
in those places where your youth absorbed the lure
and wonder ever endures
as you rediscover it through me.
Indulge me in your secret spaces.
Capture me in your romance.
Share this love within memory's eye
As we have met in centuries before,
tinted by the innocence of your first view
in turquoise pendulumed twilight…
and when the past becomes familiar,
we will find new places of our own.
Now ask me once again if I love you...
or is it I who should ask you?
Will you save your last dance for me?
February 14. 2007