So Much Do I Desire of That Which I May Never Have
So much, do I desire -
of that which I may never have
Upon the retina of my minds eye –
burned deep, are the images of your face.
Upon my synoptic, lies the essence of you –
burned into the psyche of this man.
upon the empty hours of my days, my nights,
my soul cries out, reaches out to touch you.
My spirit cries out with a desire to fly with you,
my heart cries out with my love for you,
my eyes cry out, they bleed for the sight of you,
my being cries out with a gift of love for you,
cries out with pain, knowing that my love,
my desire, my passion, my hopes for you,
all lie in burning flames, of a funeral pyre –
of fallen dreams, of dashed hopes,
of my unfulfilled reveries.
My dreams, hopes, desires, reveries, are but ashes, all are destroyed by the indifferent winds of times passed, of experiences lost, of memories never born, of all that haunts you – created the fear .
I fear that my dream will never see the light of day ( reality ) nor dance among the stars, the beams of light from a full moon, may never mazurka to the tunes of love, as one or even together .
Fulfillment
I want to tear down your stone walls, lift your veil.
I want to sweep away all the debris, then your face.
I would love to kiss the beauty I see in your soul,
in your spirit, I know resides within your intellect.
I want to know your inner and outer beauty,
passed your heart buried –
behind those cold, hard steel doors, in the walls erected
to keep me at bay, to keep me away, to keep me from
( from my dream, all I desire ) touching you.
I would love to kiss the lady, the artist, my dream,
the free spirit, I know resides, within you.
I would love to walk – forever – hand in hand,
arm in arm, with all of that, which makes up
the beautiful woman, person I see.
I would love to kiss away the past, your pain.
Kiss life into – what I feel – is your stagnant passion.
I desire, so much, to kiss your gorgeous mouth,
your sweet lips, your pulchritudinous smile.
Kiss fire into those Autumn green eyes of yours
And into every molecule, every atom,
every strand of DNA that has gone into creating
the woman, the beauty, the Moneca!!!
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