Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Reasons

In the beginning
there were words.
Handshakes were words;
smiles, words; chemistry, words.
When I asked the world for love
you gave me what I loved:
words. Words like paintings,
words that defied black and white,
words like a palette for creating life.
Next, in medias res,
there was time spent, freely,
as though we are rich with time,
as though time well spent
was a spice to use liberally to add zest
to the days we seize together.
When I asked the world for love
you gave me what I loved:
time. Time on a clock
without a face or hands,
time given free reign,
given its reins, unbridled,
allowed to run.
Now, in this moment,
there is desire.
Like perfume, I breathe in
and my head is filled with desire,
desire defined and undefined
desire for the hourglass to be set on its side
or to ride in its sands
with you right beside me.
When I asked the world for love
you gave me what I loved:
desire. Desire to taste
your lips tasting the wine from mine,
desire to have you, to hold you
desire to want you, desire
to revel in you,
and finally, the desire

to revel in your desires.

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