Would it hurt your sensitivity –
if I asked how best to love you ?
For I could love you a million simple ways so sincere.
But would I leave you empty
thinking that, that was all there was to me ?
I could love you dearly but would it be good enough
to reach the height that you maintain a standard ?
For I am simple and simply do I love you –
no complications of intrigue nor pain of possession.
Would you still remain on your level and I on mine –
two separate entities as separate as levels of apartments
with no stairway in between.
Flowing feelings as fleeing waters from the fountain-head
Soul’s emotions burst through cold walls
of the stone dam You did chip and finally broke.
Spare hearts thrown together
understanding storms of all weathers
Escapism from love’s reality to the shadows of strife into walls of resistance.
Only to break through with height of mind
Forgetting only for the circumstance the pain
that was now swallowed in the glory of rebirth.
And yet still there the secret fear –
dissemination from the quintessence of vulnerability – love.
Spare hearts blown together as though on the wind called Fate –
where comprehension replaces extremes of love and hate
when two from planets so diverse conjoin
the odd pieces of jigsaw compatible
within the ultimate puzzle
and naive care in its’ quintessence
overrides muzzled circumstances restraint
No fires of passion,
extremes of love nor abyss of hate.
Just warmth of tenderness and peace.
No demands nor want,
no question why or how.
Just a cradling hug –
firm gentility, reassuring security.
No delusions of permanence,
the instantaneous smile
or frowns smoothed away with naive idiocy –
fears forgotten for the moment.
the introduction to intimacy
and fluidity of intellect with the soul.
Remembering even beyond
mental infirmity –
the flowing of quiet fires inspiring the soul
and cooling breezes refreshing the heart.
Alive again to the spontaneous passion
subdued to the seeming lack of rapport
devouring my subtlety and the lost moment –
the awakening of my soul’s inaction.
As lightening of fusing wires
powerful in it’s spontaneity of fire.
Throwing each the other to the sky
Just as hard the essence of the affinity of the night.
And suddenly I came, within the indignity of the instant
And my eyes saw even through the dark of night
my soul once blinded, now with your erratic spirit – constant.
And I pained with the emotions and my heart to
the subdued currents hummed
wishing to soothe and to explain
yet ecstatic with the diffusion into one.
And dancing with your mind my soul
to the heavens flew and danced amidst
the myriad gardens of happiness to come.