I have looked but not seen,
touched but not felt,
listened but not heard,
percieved without knowing,
thought...
but not found,
the answer to the question of love.
Perhaps it is because love is both the question and the
answer,
the answer to the loneliness which beats within the heart,
the answer to the darkness which flutters midnight wings of
longing within the soul,
a sybaritic embrace filled of an eloquence that caresses the
heart with a liquid touch,
evocative and sensuous; sweet the taste of passion upon the
tongue,
an ardent flame of desire; devoted affection of warmth,
an ineffable bridge bringing the spirit of two souls into
the tender harmonies of one.
It’s a weaving of innocence and licentiousness,
an embrace of fidelity and virtue,
of adulation and respect,
a dance of succulent enchantments,
spun like the clear light of the moon,
eternally within the soul,
yet…
… it is as luscious as the sunrise,
which greets the day with aureate rays of golden splendor
bright,
it lights the way of the spirit,
as it travels the road which leads to the beating wonder of
the heart.
LOVE is a complex emotion that seeks completeness,
it seeks the essence of the heart; élan of the soul,
it is the dark rise of the sunset,
a blanket of velvet softness to enfold the beauty of the
night,
it is as virtuous,
as provocative,
as the voluptuous glamour of the moon,
riding high in the open womb of the sky,
it is the soft whisper of a name,
a sighing exhalation which burst like a bubble upon the
lips,
caressing the soul,
embracing the heart,
it is a gift,
sealed with the elegant sweetness of a kiss.
LOVE will find a way,
for it is the only answer to the question of the heart…
Love is free,
free as the winds which blows the passionate flames of
desire through the blood…
It is subject to no one’s will,
Unless…
… it be the teasing touch of a smile filling the emptiness
of the soul,
ancient and mysterious,
its nature clouded in a riot of feeling; emotions strong,
marching like an army to besiege the bastion of the heart,
Love is the purest gift of all,
even when clothed in a sheer gossamer gown of desire,
the flame which strokes the heat of passion,
and,
fires the heart to reach out,
to quench the ravenous thirst of ones most basic and decadent
urges,
to caress the body with delicate kisses and visit gentle
touches upon the flesh.
Of desire and passion,
these are but the outer trappings what we call love,
for to love...
… truly love,
takes an intense courage,
a profound strength,
an endurance of will,
to give of yourself,
asking nothing in return.
It is the silence which arise from the womb of the heart,
a whispered song that enlivens the soul,
a sweet fragrance caressing the air; caught and breathed
deeply into the soul,
an embrace of lissome affections; of caring and warmth,
a golden ribbon of light wrapped around the animas of the
spirit,
a connection,
one to the other
-me to you, you to
me-
unfolding on the tender wings of invoked fidelity,
like the dawning sun at the birth of a new day,
extant; the star which roots me through the darkness of the
night,
a fresh breeze carried on the twilit air,
at the cusp… the rise of the blushing dawn,
or the moon looking down upon us,
new made in all its glory,
light a luminous ball; a soft pearlescent glow,
magical...
an enchantment which lifts us into a treasured embrace,
holding the poignancy of home,
home where the heart is at,
lying deep within
-the soul-
as we are touched of each other's spirits,
tremulous breath of sound,
the sultry wind of your passage as it lifts me and carries
me in your wake...
Feeling the beat of your heart as if it were my own,
left gasping,
trembling in the throes of this elegant of all emotions,
Love gifting me the wonder of your beauty which stirs my
heart,
a light against the dark,
a string of stars,
like the lofty prodigiousness of clouds,
floating across the benighted fields of the heavens,
a bridge between you and I,
built of the dazzling gleam; the argent luminescence of the
moon.
What is love???
IT is a sacred flame, burning eternally in the heart,
fed by desire,
channelled by the passion which lives within the soul.
It is a flame which flickers, yet burns strong…
… wavers in the winds of change yet burns hot,
scenting the air with the candied aroma of an intoxicating
ardour,
the sweet tendril of narcotic smoke infusing the spirit with
a grace of beauty.
It spreads in a haze of saccharine splendour,
an exotic surrender,
a caressing kiss of luscious flavours moving through the
soul,
permeating the heart with a bouquet of charm and elegance,
a shower of kisses raining upon the flesh,
the swelling glow of delight at the feather-light touch of a
caress,
a deluge of intense emotions flowing deliciously between two
hearts,
sultry…
dark…
provocative…
a touch of electricity running through the body,
charging and quickening the blood,
beautiful rapture,
exquisite…
… the tingling kiss of pleasurable satisfaction.
THERE is an intense flavour to this feeling called love,
an emotion with a clear sweet taste,
lush with ambrosial bliss as it melts and spreads throughout
the heart,
it’s a tender caress which flows from the soul,
a cloak of desire stitched from glowing threads of passion
mantling the heart,
the sultry breath of a warm embrace.
It’s a sparkling radiance,
a river of opulent aspiration,
of light dancing from the liquid pools of twinkling eyes,
a cry of passion borne on the evocative breath of the soul,
an irresistible force spouting like a flower slowly
blossoming,
pushing its way through the fertile soil of the heart,
a verdant delight of unassailable cupidity,
the quiet joy of wonder lit large upon the face.
It is forgiveness held in the stain of tears,
the instrument of will held in the hands of fate,
remorseless,
a sword of thorns piercing the heart with the consuming
truth of the soul,
a wound which cleanses the spirit,
dripping tears of blood like sugared rose petals
-appetent sweetness-
… savoury,
unto the thirsting tongue of ones ardour.
IF a sentiment can be said to be majestic,
then love is that emotion… that sentiment,
a living presence of charismatic power,
it’s an elusive allure which is hard resist,
a kiss so seductively potent…
a touch so wondrously sensual…
laying bare the heart of ones fondest fancy.
It’s an emotion which forces one to reach deep inside
oneself
-truly-
before reaching forth to know another.
It’s an eloquent kiss of grace,
the elegant touch
-an embracing
melody-
of two souls joining in ecstatic unison ,
to produce a harmonious union,
a light rising in the nebulous dark,
an opalescent shimmer,
glowing through the gloaming of the night,
as if the moon itself has gifted the heart with its
smouldering essence.
It’s like the sultry breath of the dawn,
the kiss of sunlight caressing the body as it rise,
a wave of brilliance investing the flesh with a heady flush
of passion.
It’s the subtle scent of expectations perfuming the air,
the taste of anticipation sweet upon the lips as…
… eyes dilate in yearning hunger for an embrace,
its an undertow of emotions gripping tight,
pulling one into a free flowing current of wonder and
delight,
a transformation from the hazy and obscure,
into the mesmerizing light of beautiful surrender,
centered within a calm serenity,
it’s a touch which stirs the body to life,
a delicious effervescence felt in the heart,
birthed within the soul,
and reflected within the soft luminosity of the spirit.
IT is a miracle worked by faith,
characterized by belief,
and sprinkled with the elegant élan of love; a stew of
emotions,
seasoned until it lies savory upon the heart,
it is the blessed breath of life which beats within the
breast,
giving vitality to the beat of the heart,
the song of the soul,
and the light of the spirit…
…LOVE!!!
Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton
08/14/2012
