Everything I am not saying

Maybe you know everything I am not saying,

that you are the very reason the sun rises in the morning,

sending golden rays of light through the trees

that hide waking birds

that will sing their morning song to create the day.

You are why the sand takes on the shape of my bare foot

as I run towards oceans of salty water

that spray its sea mist in my face and in my tangled hair,

giving me moments of absolute bliss

in finding something so complex about something so simple.

Your eyes are the muse for poems about drowning in lipid pools

and getting lost in the windows to the soul

and never finding the end

to your two bottomless caverns

that exist on the beauty of your face.

The sound of your voice was transposed in the creation of poetry,

exposing the truth of the almighty metaphor,

abetting the always artful alliteration,

raining syllables that rhyme without reason,

and dancing in the rhythm that keeps the heartbeat of prose.

The taste of your lips

exists in the tender flesh of the sweet cantaloupe

that has been ripening on my countertop,

filling my kitchen with the heavenly scent

of your breath mixed with mine

in a smoldering moment.

Your soul is more infinite than all the sands on the beaches,

the stars in the sky and the vast expansion of the universe

backwards and forwards,

where I find myself blissfully coasting through

just by the touch of your hand.

You are the notes I can’t reach

in the song I want to sing

with the words I wish I had written

for you,

about you,

whose melody makes me cry

as much as the smile does in your eyes.

You are that height just out of reach,

that ocean just too deep,

the wind I can’t catch,

the air I want to breathe.

You are the silence in my breath as you come close to me

and place your celestial kiss on my mouth

and take away the apologies

when it comes to everything I am not saying,

but wish I could.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Dear Autumn,
Sometimes I read a poem and I don't know what to say because it is so beautiful. This is one of those times.
This is my favorite of your's and that is saying a lot. Whoever you're writing about sure is one lucky person.
That's it I'm having some cantalope for lunch today!

Yes, sometimes it is the things unsaid that really say the most.
Rich

[Lorraine]

First of all, I wanna comment on just how splendid you've patched all those intricate words together. They were vivid and almost touchable. Second, I wanna say I like the general feel of this poem. It has a mixture of sadness, hope and solemnity. Over all, I think it's something really worth reading and digesting.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Last Lying Look]

Wow. This was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
This whole piece is just glowing with love and warmth.
I love it! :)

[Butch Decatoria]

Beautiful. You have a knack for Love Poems, discriptive and complete raw imagery. Your metaphors are flawless.

~Pfluffer

[Loribeth215]

Hi,

This is really a beautiful poem. So many things unsaid!

[T]

Wow. This is a great poem. You expressed yourself clearly, even with metaphors, which is rarely found within most poems. Great job!

[Poeticme]

OK!!!..I'm truly speechless...--------------------------------------------------------..GREAT!!!!!

[AK]

Gorgeous piece of work!!!

[PianoandPage]

beautiful write autumn. i love the lovely irony here as you line by line build the passion and love you feel. i especially loved the comparisons to the elements "higher than my reach / deeper than the ocean / faster than the wind" etc.

whoever this is dedicated to... they are lucky indeed.

[Renee Zepeda]

Wonderful writing.

[sixXx]

so vivid and full of passion. 'in a smolding moment'. .. my my. very pretty in your flow and delicate in its style.