20%...ppfft

In the end…

what?

Is faith your divining rod

when faith is only relative to experience

Is belief your faith

and by what gauge do you measure its size

Is trust your peace

or have you been broken beyond repair

Is peace a thing

that can ever be achieved

You only consume some portion

of what they tell you

And you only digest 

a smaller portion of that

Nothing truly fills 

or feeds you

And the search for more

becomes that divining rod

Starving you are

yet this is all they surrender

Regurgitated facts

numbers on a page

Pushing the plate back

across the empty table

Rising from your chair 

and walking away

The bitter taste 

lingers on your tongue

While the aching hunger inside

continues to burn

Driving you on 

in search of decadent bliss

Sweet and savory

perhaps even sustenance

Sitting down to the bounty 

of a gourmet table

Licking your lips

as your mouth comes to life

Aching to taste 

the pleasures at the tips of your fingers

Something tangible 

not faith

not belief

you are alive~

~ for my muse ~

through this day

reaching deep into this quiet

as the day around me screams

listening hard for the sound of you

the breath, the beating heart

feeling distance stretching

long and much too far

the need, the want, the ache

overwhelming me

I know that you are with me

connected through woven webs

yet today I feel trapped

dangling by a thread

I can hear your voice inside me

that musical sing song sound

curling up the side of my neck

calming unsettled nerves

I can feel your touch in my memory

the hard and soft of you

you have carved your name upon me

your absence today I feel

my hands are empty and fumbling

my footsteps waver and quake

unsteady and unbalanced

I am not myself today

close my eyes, deeply breathe

find my way back into you

my body moves with grace and ease

as we become one again

Lovesick Musings

I feel it like blood

coursing through my veins

Filling me

and bringing me back to life

I feel it like a thing

that I cannot explain

Yet it leaves words

dangling from my tongue

I feel it like breath

as it fills my lungs

Steadily in

and slowly out

I feel it, I feel it

and isn’t that the thing

I feel it

my God, I feel!

 

It seems that I have loved her forever

though time plays tricks on the mind

I vaguely remember a time before

when emptiness filled this room

She is ever present within me

whether here or miles away

My voice breaks the silence

she hears what I don’t say

The simplicity of all of this

complicates things even more

But still I find solace

surrender, and let myself fall

 

She makes me ache

in the sweetest way

And conversely

makes me sting

Awakening

a long dead soul

We are both

alive again

 

In the soft quiet hours

when she comes

She is ‘becoming’

just like me

No one has ever

seen this, she says

But for me

she reveals everything