For Elle
As sure as stars are the winks of the distant past so are your freckles my kisses yet to come.
And just as your eyes for stars forever hunger, so do my lips for your freckles yearn, praying for always a moment to last a bit longer.
Yearning, longing, feelings dark, all but senses void, in your absence, chains links my heart embryoid.
Two glaciers as your eyes, holding the lava of temperamental kind, surly holding my soul in silky bind. Gentle gaze, playing coy, a playful child, steering thought's train like a toy.
While the chaos mind rules,
a fleeting second of your look, oh so shy, thoughts in order moves.
While your mind into hearts of other's gently gazes, mine is lost in Never-ending maze which your heart creates.
The mouse of the matter gray, for the sweet sound of your heart I pray.
I close my eyes, not for rest, but for thy glowing face, as your hair all in disarray, crowning head of such mighty thoughts obey, while on foreign pillow it may lay.
As thy mind these words muster, I yearn for you without luster, forcing beating heart, racing faster.
And as the sound of the words "I love you", in past months sounded hollow, the feeling uttered is by my each beat of my heart made to follow.
In this moment, no black hole is more dense, as I scream I love you, without pretense, I scream I am yours, praying, begging, for thy heart, all other offers I take as offense.
I'm here for you.... Night or day, for thy love, never too late
My mind, words always full, spoken in your presence is almost null,
It's not malice, play or ploy, but thy presence allows no time the word's sense to mull
It's not a block or hidden wish,
But thy presence is the sweetest dish
As such it should it's time one take, the moment's magic not to break
Words to paper, not on tongue, allowing kiss loud to rang.
If my words are yet again hollow, at times dark thoughts my heart will follow. In despair, I pray, it's just your silly play, for thy language I don't know, sinking heart already low. Kiss me know now, kiss me tomorrow, raising heart out of sorrow.