Discovering

Love. Need. Emotion. Desire. Love. Love. Love...echoing...once more...Love.

Simplicity and silence, what could inspire
a more complete bubbling of perfection inside?
My drawn conclusion, at one time - nothing...
nothing could be more pleasantly compiled.

But then...a tiny sensation crept forth,
pleading, "forgive this interruption of contradiction, however..."
Whereupon heartbeat caught - my spread lips parted,
emitting sighs of longing's escaping tremor.

For beyond my eyes treads one who
brushed my breath away like mere dust...
sweeping nonexistent those past thought contemplations of,
"to isolation, could I, myself entrust."

Solitude had stood my dearest, closest friend;
in quietude and self-talk I resided well -
though bedfellows held in the highest esteem,
no longer sole confidantes of this self.

Then lashes fell - with a single *blink*,
me was found inconsolable and without content -
himself the only entity to whom
my existence desired or permitted itself lent.

Gentle spirit that I may seem -
I'll not endeavor to deceive you...
although harboring mountains of docility,
same peaks have volcanic tendencies to spew.

Sparks prancing amidst wood to fire;
I am not one of a tepid personality.
Equally indulging water to ice;
I do not retain extremes of predictability.

Self feared being torn, until when
eclipsed in the shade of his orbs
-unknown depths to whom I'm no stranger-
I realized, love doesn't injure but absorbs.

Mine of this is a faint knowledge,
but I shall learn from the sentiment undimmed.
His patience, and smidgen of endurance may
be required for what I might inflict...

Whether blinding stars of radiating joy;
raging flames of voracious fury;
a flood of love's lavishing regard;
or engulfing blackness of morose perversity -

I ride the storm's of sorrow's anguish;
bathe in the soothing warmth of life's sun.
Being imperfect, I write with this meaning -
myself still courts the isle of incomprehension.

"Dripping sarcasm" serves descriptionless my displeasure's
possible venomous, flowing river of transportation.
But neither teeming allure, nor thirsting amour
wax inadequate my love's intense passion...

As if, parched lips desirously flushed
-at the impetuosity of water's quenching embrace-
could attempt to narrate my adoration
inspired by the faintest of trickling tastes.

Though aware of my mood's inconstancies,
from my hands unfold gifts presenting truth
of my most cherished sentiments,
to do with as he may choose.

The sea's tides - now fluidly awake -
no longer require my watchful eyes;
ebbing waves, once trapped by my caution,
change freely with my weather's variety.

The raging emotions have ceased mattering as
a single sentiment embodies their merging meanings -
his ocean has immersed my rippling streams;
weaving cascading currents of infinite whispers spiraling...

I miss him, I need him;
I love him, don't leave me...
Echoing fragments escape from my soul's well -
miss, need, love, don't leave...me.

Author's Note

Dedicated to him :-)