deeper than words

skull and crossbones printed on a dark bottle,
constantly drinking from it.
on the label it reads “doubt”
the more I drink, the more I kill myself.
slowly and painfully.
searching for the antidote,
in all the wrong places…

a black dress
fitting like a glove
leaving no room for misinterpretations.
in a crowded space,
with many around.
yet, here we are
locking eyes from across the room
only person I see,
you.

my mind wonders
thinking of you.
intrigued by the possibility
of what it is
and what we could be.

was it 50 or 500 years?
were there carriages with beautiful horses?
was there a palace or a small cottage
in a lost country village in England?
or was it France?
did we share a beautiful life?
when we were together,
did it feel like seconds?
or was it just long enough to realize that the warmth of our hearts
sparking with one another would last long after our last breath?
were we meant to meet in each lifetime?
how would we know it was “us”?
would it be that feeling of not being the first time we met one another?
was it the familiarity of your touch,
unlocking places I didn’t know existed like a missing key?
or maybe,
did we promise to one another that we would find each other,
somewhere in the unknown?
were you always there guiding my subconscious to you, once again?
perhaps you are the chapter that I have no words for but knew existed.
so many questions with no answers.
the only clarity is that
I’ve felt you more than it was possible in one lifetime.

the way you look at me,
devouring me with every word.
watching your lips,
wondering what they taste like…
intellectual intercourse.
my words like my fingers,
wrapped around your neck
gently squeezing, gasping for more.
seducing your soul, until you say my name.
remove your clothes,
your body talking to mine. our music.
slowly… wrap your legs around my waist,
let me wear you out like my favorite jeans.
inside of you, where I belong.
the softness of your soul throbbing
as I release my soul
deep within you…

hard to gain
easy to lose
harder to gain back

I often wonder,
loyalty or respect…
the answer is amore
without it, there can’t be loyalty or respect.

I could spend a lifetime
tracing the lines in your hand.
I could spend an eternity
looking into your eyes.
discovering something new to love
with each passing second.
the passion I feel for you,
hope one day,
you’ll feel for me.

they say,
have no expectations
and you will not be disappointed…
I say,
what is a life with no expectations,
a meaningless one.
expectations provides us with goals,
a fuel to continue to grow…
through the disappointment,
the deepest levels of flourishing can occur.
only if,
standing unwavered by the failed expectations…
expectations are meant to change,
be molded,
but never not existent.

my love for you,
irrelevant to how long I’ve known you.
I love you,
without understanding the why or how.
no I or you, just us.
in a world where our flaws
and mistakes, no longer matter.
a connection so intimate,
that your touch is my touch.
falling asleep together, no matter the distance.
I love you this way,
because I know nothing else.