Love and Altercations

Love,

One more river I must cross,

One more sea I must set sail upon,

One more mountain I must climb

To touch you

One more song I must sing

One more dance I must dance,

A new frame that I must fill.

Love,

I am tired of your demands

But I know you are insatiable

The more I give, the more it grows within me.

There are different loves.

There’s the safe, secure, beautiful love. The kind that can make eyes sparkle, bodies twirl, mouths mingle, and spirits soar.

Of course there is.

But there is also this. This kind of love. The kind I am used to.

This is a story of a different kind of love.

And one day I know I shall drown in it.

The Walk.

I know when you walk away.

I see you walk out, shoulders straight, head held high
Your pride walking two steps behind

We have not talked in a while.
It will all work out though
In the end, the little rings of smoke
That emanates from the end of that lit cigarette,
And two fingers twining around each other
In a desperate attempt to hold on to the moment

But then comes the moment
When skin is redundant

There is a long lane here
When I hear your footsteps
I look up
And see the face that is more familiar,
And dearer to me
Than myself

And I know that
You haven't returned to me.

No, you have simply come home.

Song.

I want to write poems around you
Find those simple words
Which keep on endlessly flowing
When I walk
With your hand loosely held in mine.

I want to sing songs.
Juvenile little ditties
Naughty rhythm
And gently sway
While I skip and dance to a strange melody.

I want to warm myself
Into you
Because I can feel the heat
Seeping through to my soul.

A Letter to the Lover of my Love

First of all,
I must beg you to
Love him.

For he deserves to be loved.

Well

I hope you love him
Like you love you.
No, perhaps more,
If you don't love yourself enough.

Love him like the way he wants you to
Love him like the way he needs
Love him
Because
It is important for you
You darling thing
To give yourself to his love

For
Somewhere in my love
I must have missed a part
Or a portion
Which remains to be filled
A little bit
That leaves the picture
Incomplete.

And I urge you to
Finish it. Add the last dot.

Lover of my love
Love him like I did not.

The stairs of my house are now studded with memories and visions and dreams.