THERE is a
force between us, though the world may conspire to hide it; to deny us a chance
of expression…
It is a force
like that of the moonlight caught upon a threaded needle and stitched upon the
dark silk fabric of the night, a force like a brace of stars drawn upon the
chalkboard of the darkened sky, pencil-thin radiance glittering like jewels;
precious gems pressed against the midnight wonder of the dark…
It’s a force of
beauty which captures the heart in a symphony of unending delight, elegance
wedded to the brilliant aura of your soul which sings an eloquent song of love,
touching the spirit with the essence of your charm, the luscious nature of your
regard like the illumined light of the moon; a burning shaft of argent glory
bestowing its blessing upon the night, caressing the heart with a light touch,
enfolding the soul in the placid calm of your warm embrace…
It arouses,
this gossamer brush of tooth-some scintillation, like a rent in the curtain of
time; a break in the gloaming of the dark to let slip through the rising note,
the ardour of my desire, or more like a sonorous ringing, crystal clear and
redolent of the sweet fragrances of a summer night, with the laughing seduction
of the wind competing with the purling flow of a river at play under the dancing
light of the enchanting moon…
You are like an
echo resonating through my skull, caressing my heart as it embraces my soul,
you are my certainty, the reality of dreams sucked from the swirling darkness,
from the dizzying heights of mortal longings, the yearning anticipation that
serves to strengthen the faith of my resolve, a cipher cast on the winds of my
aspiration…
You are the
instrument of my deliverance posed as a question aimed at the heart, where the
passion of my feelings will give answer to the dictates of your soul worked
upon the willing flesh of my body, a touch like thunder kindled within my
bones, a lightning strike of pleasure shrouded by the all-embracing warmth of your
heart…
A fiery
intensity of emotions; passion and desire, love and the rapaciousness of
zestful excitement- the finesse of your aureate nature displayed in the sonsie
elegance of a body that is but a prelude to the caressing embrace of your soul,
the swirling riptide of your love steadfast and tender as the touch of gossamer
lace, infused with the sensually sweet fragrance of lavender like a breath of
freshness on the wind...
THE nobility of
your character is seen in the graceful suppleness of you carriage, the elegant
flare of élan you invest in each motion, each nuance of your movements an
unfolding story told of wonder and delight, it captivates and holds one breathless
on the threshold of an enchanted awakening; an effervescence of thought, a
fairy-tale come to life, replete with the magic of a night sky filled with the
brightness of dancing stars, with the sweet breath of your beauty an aromatic
allure drifting upon the sultry wind of the night, under the twilight glitter
of the summer stars…
I oftimes
wonder what my life would be like if I had never met you, which road my feet
would have travelled, which fork in my path would be the lure to the
fulfillment of my dreams...
If I never
chanced to catch the quickening glimmer of your regard, would I now be ensconced
in the arms of another, trading coy smiles and laughing touches as our hearts
grow swollen with bliss, instead of reliving each moment that we spent together
like a movie playing in the far recesses of my mind, closing my eyes on the
feel of your lips wedded to mine, the taste of your passion a savory dish served
on the table of my desire…
Would I still
be travelling that dark road, the shadow-land between nightfall and the dawn,
waking to the light of the sun, yet embraced by the essence of the dark, eyes
forever blinded by bitterness, heart weighed by the heaviness of my tears, a
dark field where still a pearl of light might blossom like the awakening beauty
of the full moon, bedecked in a corona of argent glory arising from the depths
of the soul, flaring from a muted encompassing warmth, to the searing touch of
an all-consuming passion, burning bright in silver radiance...
The indulgent
marriage of my heart to yours, a fleeting touch, a moment that stretch for an
eternity, and now lies encapsulated in my dreams, for even though we are now
apart, still I cannot regret tasting of the sweet bouquet of your heart, relishing
the exquisite touch of your lips, the effervescence of your caress, can’t
regret embracing the alluring wonder of your flesh; the tender flower of your
body…
No, I can’t
regret loosing myself within the sensuous rhythms of your soul as I ride the
embracing wave of your desire, to know the gentle softness of your smile and
the bright opulence of your radiant eyes…
So perhaps it's
soothe that we met and had our moment in the light, the graceful aspect of your
incandescence a match to the billowing darkness that fills my soul…
Pricked of the
thorns which guards your heart, still yet I can't regret plucking the fragrant
rose which beats in your breast, can’t regret the feel of it blossoming within
my soul as the dying shadows of the night lay a blanket of longing upon my heart...
Richard ‘Poetikz’
Burton
05/17/2013
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