Knowing

 

 

 

 

 

Knowing

　

　

How does one climb over

an invisible wall,

when they can’t even see it?

 

Its as tight as solid flesh

yet concoctions succulent,

can gush through its semi permeable

encumbrance if you happen to

hit the X in just the right

position.

 

When one tries to traverse

this constraint

they can‘t seem to find

the hand holds to grip onto,

its like warm earthy curtains

that protract and clench

and then, let go and recede

at their own will and prerogative.

 

And yet, these saturated partitions

are like a two way mirror.

 

One can see in at her, but

I don’t think she can really

quite see out, at the person

looking in.

 

How does one enter this realm

rapturous,

when this buttress fails

to bend, or even give in,

or when this veiled slit aspires,

yet won’t pacify and quench

its own appetite and,

aphrodisia.

 

One just keeps throbbing away

only to be pushed back;

yet only half willingly.

 

It’s like this barricade

is made of stumbling blocks,

a rampart

in the middle of the road,

to the intimacy of her trust

and, submission.

 

How does one penetrate

possibility

without complete,

assumption?

 

And then, maybe there isn’t a wall

after all.

 

Perhaps the person looking

in, is in his own

glass enclosed garrison,

one that’s porous

only by whim,

and dampened

dream light.

 

One where they are kept,

barely, until needed,

fed by sustenance of

salaciousness

and,

drink of crush and yearn,

that is to say,

when she allows him,

elixir.

 

Maybe she was on an,

emission

to save herself.

 

Or perhaps, he had his chance,

and,

he muffed his opportunity.

 

Maybe, its just all in the eye of the

bystander.

 

And yet,

here that person will stay.

 

Because, he wants to understand.

 

And, he knows that anything

worth having,

is worth struggling for.

 

And

because, he misses her,

dearly.

 

He misses how the sparkle in her eyes

reflects of the moon, and back into

his heart.

 

He longs for the way their souls

embrace, and never let go,

when their together, and happy.

 

But most of all, he craves for her smile,

on his.

 

Yes tonight when he sees her face in the

contour, of evening’s beholding, he will look

within the slender of reasoning, and think,

and then pause, and then, know.

 

He'll just know.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Demetria.Ro$e.Hathaway]

Brilliant :)
I Like it :)