Sidhewolf’s Poetry - Everytime
Ξ September 14th, 2007 | → | ∇ Goddess |
It’s the curve of her lips that really sends me…
I can feel my mouth endlessly exploring.
The flare of nostrils when she’s making a point,
makes me want to envelope her,
wrap her a blanket of light around her.
Everytime I hug her,
I am moving raw energies,
waves and waves and waves of time,
of the bliss and dew of love.
And, then when it gets to be more than I can posses,
I must let go my embrace,
find ground,
something more solid than her illusion,
I must embrace it instead,
else I shall surely go mad.
I tell her that I love her,
because it’s true …
I do.
Once in a while she tells me the same,
but the words always hold reservations.
I tell her I love her,
because I do …
and no moment should pass without that confirmation.
She does not have to say it back to me,
should not say what she does not feel,
either you love or don’t …
there is no in between,
no levels,
no differences,
no measurement,
but she has not learned that yet.
So, I will sing a prayer that she may know,
truly know,
self-love,
and all else will follow.
And, in my song I will sing for her that I love her.
And in my song I will sing for myself,
that I let go of her illusions,
and all else will follow.
Last Harvest 2004
