I need a magnifying glass for this love

A traveller will find what she seeks not at the but at the beginning

The conversations that revel in the sense of finding your way, your path

The conversations that cherish the sarcastic comments and playful fights

The kind of love, that saves you from the depths of abyss and darkness

The kind of love that you hold on to like a ray of sunshine, so familiar and beautiful

you know you can rely on everyday

The kind of love that forgives all the ugly, so unconditional that it makes you flower in the morning with a smile so fresh like a mountain dew

When you’re so lost and confused, so broken, so vulnerable, so bruised. The kind of love that is so strong, it doesn’t waver through a tornado or a harsh crashing wave against the sea shore. Refuses to erode refuses to sway with the wind.

The kind of love that is so playful in its essence it drives you to madness with the actions and words that don’t mean anything at all

 

But also the kind of love that is giving and kind

A warm smile across the room as a reassuring presence of comfort

A resounding silence that resonates with bliss in its calmness

Where my camera lens captures the soft foot prints you leave on the sand

The kind of love, that you ignite all of a sudden and could burn down an entire rice field

Or just play around your finger with a little dance that’s

A comfortable sense of heat in the cold

 

A love that holds you through the tears and the shouting and the crumbling walls

A love that doesn’t stop to turn into a hurricane in its sense of protectiveness

Its almost so remote as if it was only during the ancient times where gods walked the earth

So traditional and true , So soft and sweet , so pure in all its innocence, it kills you with its passion

 

The kind of love, that makes me crave the cheesy things

The movies told me, listen to my heart beat, put your hand over it, feel it. I Laughed.

But then you told me to

Raised my chin with your finger and cradled me to your chest.

I stared intently into your eyes as I felt your heartbeat

In a kind of trance, it was the first time I felt my soul speak again

It wasn’t speaking, It was dancing in the body of mine or maybe outside of it?

It was dancing, my soul was set a ablaze

 

A simple love that doesn’t get caught up in all of life’s complications,

The jealousy, the seduction, the depression, the anger, the possessiveness, the emotional abuse, the physical abuse, the passive aggressive attitude, the nature of concealing, the times we made love, finding our spirituality, finding ourselves together. When I dressed your wounds and you wiped my tears. The time you spooked up from behind me at the beach, or distracted me from my work for a silly dance. When we decided to travel countries we didn’t know and didn’t have a plan for. When we went head on in to danger and survived and just sat on the grass and laughed at the silly things we did for hours straight. When we dwelled into history together in the middle of a temple encapsulated by the ideas of religion and culture, When we debated about politics and ideologies and freedom in the living room that one night and I splurted chilli all over your white shirt to make an angry face. When we fought over chocolate like children or stared at each other from a distance with soft good bye’s at the airport. When the smell of my hair was enough to get you through the day and all I needed was your warm hand cupping mine before a speech on stage in front of the entire nation. When I seduced you with a simple black dress and you made fun of my drawings on your birthday card. The picture of you I keep in my wallet where you were 5 and fell of from the swing, and stare at intently when I miss you, but you never knew I stole from your parents unit. Or when you smashed ice cream all over my face just to make me mad because you were bored and wanted to fight with me, but I was busy. Or when you drove around the corner of the curb took off your shades just to wink at me and call me baby. To treat me like a princess. And I played along to your batman tendencies adjusting your tie and bringing you coffee as you called me Alfred. As you got lost in the idea of my curly hair for 2 hours and I wiped your sweat and held you close as you woke up from a nightmare. Tackling all that life threw at us like death and birth. But still managing to keep a smile on our faces as we softly utter each others names, like they were magical words.

 

No memory of this, because we’re going to get dementia when we’re  80 any way.

No physical reminder because you might leave or I might leave some day w/o saying goodbye

Letting time do its work. Finding grace in the process of aging.

Its none of the above. None of that.

 

It’s simple. It is the simple choice.

I want you. Right now. Right here and forever. And I chose it. And I choose to never change it. I choose to stay, to stick through, loving you. Through all the toxicity and pure happiness that your company might bring. Like bonnie and clyde or jack and rose. Til time does us part or maybe not.

 

To find my soulmate. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your soulmate will make you laugh and smile daily. Be with you in the good or bad days. They will hold your hand and share time together and appreciate every second. Wonderful and good thoughts shared. I did like them. Thank you for sharing your worthwhile words and thoughts.
Coyote