Today I learned about gravitational waves and that feels relevant

My dean moriarty, my manic mountain man
My briny bungee jump, my rabid thunder clap
my messy trove of cocaine bones
My capsule of light, my vitamin of vitality.

Since always
I've kept a picture of the idea of you
in my mind's pocket,
I've taken it to the table of my consciousness
every so often.
In my mind's eye
and now, reality,
the image of you
holds your thumb and pointer finger together
in the pristine gesture
of an orator reciting my words
the way they were meant to be heard,
your eyes scanning the depths of mine
for what you already know.

With you my fingers no longer bleed
with the bite of my anxiety
With you there are enough hours in the day
because we give none of them away
to the darkness.
With you I am reminded of why I am still alive,
and I need no other sustanence than that

I rest my head on yours
and hear my own breath
in your chest.

Author's Note

1. Incomplete - still unearthing the pieces of this one
2. I will eventually hack away the cheesier cliche bits but being a bit aglow at the moment even the most trite feels fresh.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful, worthwhile and amazing use of the language.
"My dean moriarty, my manic mountain man
My briny bungee jump, my rabid thunder clap
my messy trove of cocaine bones
My capsule of light, my vitamin of vitality."
The above lines brought me in and you held me to the last words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

The with you transition is beautiful! It makes such a difference when others arrive into your life

[Philip Muls]

A picture of the idea of you. Brilliant and so very true. When we enjoy a sunset, do we look at the real sunset or our idea or memory of a great sunset...

Your writing feels very genuine, emotion running deep.

Well done.

[M. Shepherd]

That's an excellent question but also which came first, the sunset or the memory of a sunset?

[terry smith]

sometimes in editing we destroy a masterpiece....be careful...this is wonderful work as is...bravo

[M. Shepherd]

Ahh thank you Terry - i'll try to be wary of making rash cuts. Appreciate the thoughts :)

[terry smith]

ah...i just loved it is all :)

[. serah .]

-- my favourite lines are... (hope they don't get edited out)...

With you my fingers no longer bleed
with the bite of my anxiety

-- i like the idea of someone magically taking away my discomfort with my 'self'... (reminds me of what you said about being able to live with personal imperfections)...

[M. Shepherd]

:) I don't think they'll be edited out but it's also an unfortunately contrived statement as true as it feels because nobody can be the answer, at least the permanent answer, to your problems. They'll snake their ugly heads back into your life once that initial rose-tinted glow wears off.

[wolfshrew]

The first bit of this is especially great, your descriptions of a smitten feeling toward someone really get me good.

[M. Shepherd]

:) thank you Terah

[Ed Hart]

save those'author's notes', they'll do you well from this poem all the way to the horizon...speanking of doing well, that's what you do, Marcie

[M. Shepherd]

Definitely looking toward the horizon :) Thank you dear Ed.

[W.k.kortas]

I love the first stanza--a different sort of invocation to your particular muse, and a lovely one at that--"my messy trove of cocaine bones" is a particularly lovely phrase. If you are not happy with all the plastering and paint I can understand, though this piece needs no apologies as it stands, but the frame and foundation are all solid and tightly put together.

[M. Shepherd]

Much thanks wk - i'm not entirely sure of its fate but for now the plastering and paint will suffice :)