Will You?

Will You?

Feeling so sensitive and raw

Am I worth it

I still wonder

 

The pink petals of the rose

Burning in the light of day turned red

The fragrance at the core seeping out

So much to behold

Not sure if it’s possible

Still growing

Unsure of how to open without tears

So much longing for surrender

 

There will be no plucking

That is my dream

Only visitors

And who will take ground

In the fertile soil at my bed

Roots wet

Past calling

Tears falling

And you who I long for

Continents away

Unsure of the train

If you are in it a passenger

Of your arrival

I wait while others may come and go

There are things for which we wait

And I know the winter will pass

I know your fragrance

Will pass through my aura in person again

I am silly enough to fantasize about imbedding it

Deep in my nostrils perhaps

Deep into the places where I can access

The soothing breeze my petals long for

It seems insane after only two nights

And day in and day out

I want to hear the strings of the sitar

I want to feel my heart

That has been only asleep

And in this defrosting

Is dripping tears

Tears

Sadness

Unknown

Origin

Unknown

It is you who I’m recalling

I want something more

I want to know more

This deep desire in me

That you want to feel me

As deep

As thorough

As light and gentle

As your hands did with mine

As the dance of our finger tips through

None verbal exchanges

We had

Blow my mind out

Let me find an open field

Where there be

No fragment of you and I

 

It seems its God I’m searching for

Perhaps with you

Another glimpse