More Than

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More Than

 

 

 

 

 

Down the cliffs and to the sands,

is where I walked with empty hands.

 

But calm was the sea

that still afternoon,

as she pooled behind her curvature

and pondered,

and then,

withdrew.

 

She hadn’t feel,

to come to me,

and so she slowly lifted her tide,

pulling back,

and, looked away.

 

Perhaps she didn’t want

to disappoint.

 

Perchance she just wanted

to hold back the bottled message

I threw,

for just a little bit,

longer.

 

Or maybe,

our bodies celestial,

just needed to get,

a little bit

more aligned,

and closer.

 

And so I stood there,

drowning,

in time,

a time with no owner,

just grinning at future’s

drollery,

with nothing

but me,

and passion’s patience,

and,

the balmy hush,

of my beautiful,

Blue sea.

 

Nothing is as far away

as,

one moment

ago.

 

No the beginning

of light,

nor,

the end of darkness.

 

How many

seconds

do we have left,

for our all,

together?

 

How many precious

breaths

that we’ve been given,

will be wasted,

without

each other;

born in one,

and gone,

in yet

another.

 

How many more

chances,

laying softly,

in between,

in every silent moment

in the whisper,

of your screams,

will we have,

to breathe each other’s

breath,

and taste,

each other’s desire.

 

How many more chances

will you be able to

hold deep within

the warm coursing

of my, legacy,

in the probing,

of your depth,

and meaning.

 

How many more gasps,

can you endure,

not exhaling.

 

How many more

satiny nights

of your’s,

can elude

my rapture.

 

How many more

thrusting unisons,

sweat, and sighs,

wrapped up loins,

and silky thighs,

can you miss,

in the mix,

of our,

culmination.

 

We only have,

so many moments

to give.

 

We only have,

so much love

to live;

and still

we flitter it

away

like so many

broken sand dollars

that our hearts

cannot

repay

 

Sometimes love is felt,

with the absence,

of touch;

and yet still

it can

last lifetimes,

until it is realized,

by fate’s kiss,

and against denial’s

crutch.

 

Each day we teeter,

on fortunes edge

balancing logic

against desire

aloft the sole promise,

of the

lover’s

pledge.

 

To which the lonely

of all hearts,

desire.

 

Come to me

in our shore

of dreams,

your pink,

horizon,

and,

brilliant beams

splayed out,

still,

so glistening

ocean spume,

in shimmered gleam.

 

Although this life

we may not meet

still,

feel the flesh

of my fondness,

in your wake

and sleep

upon you.

 

As you listen to the feel

of pressure’s squeeze

on your heart

right now,

I am your pulse,

I am the blush in your cheeks,

I am the flush on your chest

I am the fever,

of your underlying,

thirst, and desire.

 

Listen to the secret whispers

within your ear

that linger,

and just won’t leave.

 

As mine won’t either.

 

Heaven is soul.

 

Our souls,

our feelings,

our memories.

 

Come with me

as we

rediscover fire,

our fire,

our sea of flames

 

Come,

to me where our shadow

will always be shared,

and be with me

as the makers

of our,

creation;

and the authors,

of our,

future.

 

On this,

the beginning

of our past.

 

This,

the start,

of our eve,

of our,

everlasting present.

 

Come with me

to the other side,

of mirage.

 

Come lay with me,

in the shade,

of our reality.

 

Someday you’ll know

that I was the one,

for you.

 

Far away,

but one,

 

 

inheart.

 

 

As it is only

circumstance,

that is keeping us,

 

apart.

 

Ours is the story

only time,

can tell.

 

The Tale of Two.

 

The soothing song of our,

ocean blue.

 

That played the winds,

and hushed the words,

of how

on this day,

and all days,

I more

than,

 

 

love you

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michelle Anselm]

Wow.



Normally I'm full of pretentious words to pour out, but here they are, nearly caught in my throat (or perhaps my heart). The metaphor of the sea is one beautiful both in meaning as well as in imagery. The lamentations about time slipping by are so absolutely true and so eloquently presented... The professions of love and love lost are unfettered by cliches and are instead seeping with passion. And best of all is the ending - different than those "three little words", it gives it new strength:

"I more than love you."

Those are five BIG words. Brilliant work.

[heido]

There are great wonders in this world.
The tides and oceans pulled.
All guided by a moon among the stars..
This is fabulous.
Permanant and wavering.
It screams of something everlasting but prone to break apart.

I love, I love and I love again.

[Jane Doe]

I am breathless with jealousy over the talent it took to write this piece. It is absolutely wonderful!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Stunning write. Heartfelt, creative and so telling of the depth of your soul, longing, desire and giving spirit. Thank you for sharing such depth.
Light,
Siddartha

[Michael X]

Wow beautiful poem...
The form needs serious work, and the wording isnt as good as it can be,
the idea would work great in a sonnette form, as it would bring the sentences
together instead all spaced out creating a choppy flow, as it is right now,
its really hard to read. but has masterful poetental, great job.

[Cardinal Robin]

I liked the timing/pace of this, a very italian lovin action on this mechanism...florentine mastery...Out of all the Hallmarks you'd ever want to get...this would make your head explode...in an awesome , loving way!
Words don't fit...this is a quality grasped in your words...excellent...spellbinding...

[emmajoy]

This is a beautiful poem, sensitively created and, I love the way you've constructed it - the consistent two line usage adds to the pictures you're painting with your words

'On this,the beginningof our past. This,the start,of our eve,of our, everlasting present.'

Like the sea, those words suggest continuation, forever-ness (is there such a word?)

Yes, the poem's long, but the length of it sweeps the reader along and into the emotion you're writing about.

Thank you, thank you for sharing

[closed account]

you are truly amazing!! this was so inspiring!! I loved the flow and sentiment of this poem, it was long but relaxing to read!! what a treasure!! thanks for sharing this.... brilliant work! :-)

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Wow! this is a true poem of love! It was very drawn out, and shows your passion and zeal that screams inside of you.

Very strong piece. I loved the metaphor of the ocean as the woman, and creating words around that idea.Here is a great part:

"Perchance she just wantedto hold back the bottled messageI threw,for just a little bit,longer. "

Relating to the sea, and your message, in the relationship, but your messages are always ignored.

Great job! going in my favorites.

yoru cafe friend...kena