I had forgotten,
Forgotten what it was to love, until her smile shattered the walls I had built up around my heart...
Forgotten first the rhythm of my name,
Until the touch of her voice set form to my thoughts, her gift my sense of purpose, her regard a gift of life...
I had forgotten...
Forgotten what it was to sleep without fear, and wake without the numbness of despair beseeching me, Until she embraced me and led me by the hand into the sweet bosom of her heart....
Automation; walking as one dead,
I had forgotten the joy; the feel of sunshine caressing my skin as the wind delivers a cool kiss against my sweat-slicked skin,
Until she woke my body to life, with the enchanting blessing of her decadently rousing and sensuous caress…
But before that, breath was lost to me,
For I had forgotten how to breathe, until her lips stole my breath with the divine agony of a sweet enchanting kiss...
I had forgotten...
Forgotten so much
-everything-
Slowly fading, to lose myself within the brooding silence of the dark,
I had forgotten even the form of self,
Spirit unraveling in a fetid wind of misery until her embrace enfolded me as a womb,
Reversing the dissolution of my soul, as it hardened the essence of my heart…
Lost in a labyrinth of darkness,
I had forgotten the luminous nature of light,
Until she graced me with the gift of her beauty,
And blessed me with the lucent radiance of her remarkable smile…
But first she reminded me...
Reminded me how to smile, for even that I had forgotten; by stroking the harp strings of my soul,
She tickled the laughter from my heart, and so my soul flowered in her glory, precious jewel blossoming in her light…
Cast adrift; wayward footsteps fumbling on a broken and pitted road leading nowhere,
I had forgotten what it was to love,
Until she gave me the gift of her spirit,
Serenading me with the song of her soul,
A goddess descending from heaven in answer to the unvoiced plea of my heart…
Like a cast stone, causing a circular wave of motion in the still heart of a pond,
She breathed into me the power of her will,
Awakening feelings of forgotten pleasures, like a warm breeze gently rippling upon my skin…
To relish the seductive temptation of her touch, the rich bouquet of her beauty,
For I had forgotten how it was to feel,
Until the stroke of her desire awoke the song lying buried within my heart,
To blossom like a flower within the bright light of her radiant soul…
I had forgotten the steal bite of pain, although the memory of it yet remain,
Forgotten agony, though not the bitter tears it brings,
Forgotten loss, but not how it tears and scores the heart…
I had forgotten how to speak,
For what use of speech when one is trapped in a dark realm of loneliness,
Forgotten all, until…
The blessing of her spirit injected a ray of luminescence into the darkened tomb of my soul…
Devoid of reason, of feeling of life, I had forgotten even my name,
Until she gifted it to me on the whispered breath of her passion,
A cherished gift, for with the return of my name, she’s given me reason,
Returned memories to the home of the mind,
A building heat like the swelling pressure in the heart of a volcano,
A burning weight, the strength of which keeps me grounded in the liquid furnace of her regard,
The sound of her bright laughter is like thunder ringing in my heart,
A blaze of glory; a living light of effervescent grace pulling at the weft of my heart,
Stretching my thoughts within the crucible of her eloquent elegance and the sanctity of her radiant soul...
Possessed of an allure which fires the blood and a beauty which makes a sin of purity,
A shimmering body of loveliness, breathtaking in the scope of her exquisiteness,
The sweep of her graceful curves a fire set upon the kindling of my desire,
Transparent innocence of purpose carried against the minds blinded intent,
The birth of passion given license to immerse myself within the body of truth which verily informs her heart with the rhythm of my love,
A love born from the seed of her touch…
Informs her soul of my need, her spirit of my yearnings,
Informs the bruised petal of her flesh with the ache of my awakened hunger,
A revelation implicit; the value held in the curtained whisper of her name which like her laughter is like thunder ringing in my heart...
Where the mercy of her touch devours me...
Shatters me; a force to rive mountains splitting the very firmament of the night,
Stirring the passion which beats within the heart to take wing and fly,
To burst from the breast; a soul taking flight upon the spirited wings of love,
Soaring like a kiss to whet the appetite,
To drink of her lips; a consuming fire of need,
An aching touch of deliverance visited upon the devout, affections tendered to the promise which lies like a translucent jewel in the warmth of her heart...
For whichever way I look, whichever way I turn, I am lost to her love,
For in her glory lies the companion of my dreams,
An eddy of mist sucked inwards through the weave and weft of the soul to lodge firmly in the open wound of my heart,
The heat of it
-thoughts touched by the enchanted glamour of her splendor-
Spreading through my blood,
Vagrant wisps a dance of possibilities amidst the turbulent music of the heart,
Closed in tight upon myself like a desert flower against the heat of the day,
I reach towards the cool touch of her spirit,
The light of love which brightens her eyes,
The haven of her embrace found in the silken caress of her bright laughter,
Memories returned like shadows tracking through my mind…
Yes, I had forgotten...
Forgotten so much…
Until the magic of her touch...
Awakened me to life...
Richard 'Poetikz' Burton
01/14/2011
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