Love (never finished)

Unsaid lines, written

You're now nearly imaginary

and yet you captivate my capillaries,

mesmerize my memories

and entrance my dancing feet.

This eternal meet and greet

our souls have been tangling

is wrangling 

every steam-eared stubbornness

every toe tapping impatience

every hazel eyed replacement

from the layers of my being

and i'm seeing.

That what i once cherished

has perished

in the eyes of mind own heart.

And at the start

a clever line, may

like twine

hold a stitch

or a knot 

or a suture.

But

Some day in the future

when I've run out of pine and pencil

attempting to stencil the divine

that shines from your mind and 

behind

the lines will be the me you seek.

Beyond shaky knees

and recipes baked in the fallacy

of a man and his mind's ideality.

The masks and identities

the tasks and obscenities

would fall at the hint of your breath.

our locked eyes would shine the glory

our locked lips would tell the story

never able to commit to words and pages

of rod iron cages locked from the inside

in futile attempts to hide 

how badly our cells long to collide.

It's all a ride

and it's all a game

but deep inside

beneath that name

is a feeling.

A scent that has me reeling,

a treasure worth stealing

which has no proof of purchase

& makes gold worthless;

which churns sand from sapphire, 

which lit the fire

under the funeral pyre

of my long dead desires.

Now all i require

is to admire the spark that lit it

the hair of the dog that bit it

the reason i cant quit it

is locked in that stare

I don't know where I can ride hide or stumble

and despite my will I know I will succrumble

bow humble and howl

through jumbled thoughts

mumble tumbling knots 

of letters and dots

and guttural clots

and useless words that do NOT

get the picture anymore.

Author's Note

Ignore punctuation mistakes, it runs on like a stream, as it does when it is delivered as a spoken word.