Truer Words indeed...
A person
wrapped up in themselves
makes a very very
small package
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
Sitting on the temple steps
I dare not enter.
To defile the place of Venus’s presence
Is truly the worst of crimes.
But how will she see me?
How will she know my name
And that my prayers go up to her
Every day
Every night.
Does she hear my cries?
Here amongst the cold carved stone?
No,
How could she?
Why would she?
In the end I am just a thing
A golem of vanity and envy,
Of hunger made flesh.
She her pick,
Why then bring a leper into such a place
Love enters through the eyes
And leaves the same way
But it is our virtue,
Character,
Soul,
Which keeps love there the longest
Have you made me this way?
Hunger made flesh.
Those aurora eyes which sap my soul.
That marble smooth flesh
Which snaps me alight.
Chestnut hair and darker soul,
Innocent and devilish all at the same time.
Your lips were always destined for my neck
Just as your nails found a home in my back.
You are my insanity,
And I cannot stop wanting every inch of you.
Just simply to match all that I am
Is yours
What are you?
I think back to that first moment,
You were just a picture
But still
You made me nothing but an inhale.
Rendered me dumb, speechless, devoid of anything that wasn’t you.
How lucky I am then
To feel that once again
Only ten fold
When I first stood in your presence,
Your soulful eyes squarely on me.
Yes, again
I am without word or thought or breath,
That is what you are
And what you do.
How can I call that anything other
Than divine?
I say again,
What are you?
Mortals do not have eyes like that,
Or presence which stops the beating heart.
What are you?