Potent

 

We have all had our share of toxic kisses.

I think . . .

I am taking in lethal doses of potent kisses these days,

but I crave them…

and if I should die of a kiss, let it be his….

and if a touch should stop my beating heart, let it be his

Without him this heart would be useless anyway.

Therefore, causing death to be far sweeter.

Making passing away the perfect ending to the paradise I find in him.

Resting assured that when I wake from that greatest of slumbers

I will rise to experience an eternity of what I have found in each second

shared with him . . .

Because each moment in his presence is ethereal and I would die a million bitter deaths

to rest in his Elysium again and again . . .

I would if I could…

and why shouldn’t I take a lasso and rope the sun,

capture it for his pleasure just to see the shine of his smile

which makes the sun seem obtuse in comparison?

Honestly, I no longer have need of the sun for he shines plenty on me

and in him I find life things…

living things…

meaningful things…

Even when we are in the same room if I am not right next to him I feel the miss.

I begin to reach out for him as if feet were miles and each inch states of separation.

Across the room is too far away.

It is like I need him on me or me on him.

If only I could become his flesh then we would never be apart

and I could always feel his touch as he runs his fingers over me.

I ache without him.

I need to feel him.

Know him.

Learn him.

Study him.

I find myself wanting to explore the galaxy of his mind.

Wanting to see, visit, and dwell on each and every star in his mentality.

Going where no man or woman has ever gone before . . .

I want to take one small step for he and I and one huge step towards maybe…

Maybe he will bestow upon me the honor of taking a trip into his heart

or perhaps a journey into his soul.

For I would love to study each and every part of his anatomy . . .

internally . . .

externally . . .

I want to know him.

I think . . .

And maybe that is why he keeps creeping up in my thoughts.

I am minding my own business and there he is.

Impressions of him contour my every concept.

He is the outline of every notion I ponder.

He becomes the silhouette of my sundries.

What shall I eat?

There he is sitting under a fig tree beckoning me to come sup with him.

We laugh on lemon grass.

Thoughts of him tickle my mind.

Our connection is far beyond the physical.

Each and every part of me needs to be touched by him.

He showers me with his heart blessings.

My soul wants to explore him more than intimately.

I want to examine him intrinsically

Could there be more?

I would like to find out.

I want to know him . . .

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Mr. Deft Diction]

This is one of the best poems I've ever read in LIFE. Somewhere in the world, I am somebodys favorite poet. I say that because I am telling you now. You are mine.

[Baby Boy]

You are a very beautiful soul gurl, and it's your light that shines like the sun. This is pure magic Tish and your words is filled with nothing but love as far as I can see! He's the lucky one! :) Believe that! This is heat melting in my eyes! Very very beautiful! One luv babygurl!


-JC-

[STurner]

Across the miles, I tremble in awe of your powerful writing. It is excellent... this yearning, this desire. It makes us better writers, better people, more fulfilled in the light of our Souls. As for this life and the next, you state: Because each moment in his presence is ethereal and I would die a million bitter deaths/so rest in his Elysium again and again . . . I think you already know him, know his heart. Sounds to me if you are already in his Soul Group... friends from another place and time.

You say: I ache without him / I need to feel him/ Know him./Learn him./Study him./ I find myself wanting to explore the galaxy of his mind. He's really a very fortunate fellow... you must FEEL him, feeling you as well... wanting, needing, yearning. If he is any kind of fellow at all, a day does not pass without a myriad of thoughts about you. His desire must burn for you. Don't ya know.

Sorry, I'm one of those incurable romantics... great and deeply felt work.

Peace and blessings