where is my sea?

With me,

do not carry yourself with so much reserve,

you forget the sun alights on you in so many ways,

you have forgotten you, too, are beautiful,

It ascends every morning for everyone, you,

in my mind, especially

I would not only hold your hand, in moments,

you feel the world is intruding upon the perfect space

you occupy, I would do so much more,

for I sense the wilderness around the perimeters 

of your hiding places,

I would leave the perfect space I hold dearly,

so that wherever you are, you will find me there

waiting for you

And if you want, I could be with you, without

you seeing me,

For I hold the promise of not entirely knowing

who you are, better than knowing you would withhold

promises, as if they never saw your heart, nor

left your lips, never were heard in the prismatic

corners of the universe

And would never loan their pure simplicity

in your eyes, looking in mine,

searching with me that relatively perfect space

 

  

Reviews

[Pancake Bunnykins]

Awww. The poem is full of emotion. The agony of hoping or waiting for something you don't know will come. Beautiful poem.

[Zugzwang]

A sensitive and thoughtful love poem. It was very moving. Thanks for sharing this.