deeper than words

hearing her voice,
making my soul smile.
is that what it is supposed to feel like?
wishing for more of you.
all of you.
soul searching.

pulling me in like a magnet,
magnetic force that flows from the opposite poles.
fits just right when the two connect,
inseparable…
time together isn’t measured by a perpetual calendar
but by the countless emotions,
which fill our hearts in ways unimaginable
speaking to you,
like you deserve to be spoken to,
adjoining souls…
unchartered path,
leading to a profound connection,
only for the two to feel…
could it be?

vanishing into one another,
getting lost in the small details of you…
all the breaths you’ll lose
exploring every piece of my mind.
the depths you’ll uncover.

anyone can say “I love you”
but, how many will say
“I’ll wait for you”?
the purest form of love that can be felt.
a promise, like someone saying
“it doesn’t matter how long it will take
because I only want you by my side”…
therefore,
I’ll wait for you.

my mind,
mentally taking your clothes off,
with each layer,
closer to seeing the real you.
my fantasies bursting through my senses,
perfection in front of my eyes.
wishing for the moment to never end, but,
just a thought… apodyopsis.

over you, internal warfare
between my heart and intuition.
intuition, most always right
like the hand that writes this.
but at the end,
nothing to show for it
just wounds and unanswered questions.

a tough shell,
with an inside full of emotions,
feelings that could, perhaps would,
maybe even should, scare most…
just not me.
but see,
I didn’t fall in love with who you were yesterday
nor the person you are today,
I fell in love with who you could be…
a gift for my soul to see,
the glimpses of you.
clarity forming.
like an artist admiring the perfection of a painting in progress,
seeing through the chaos,
an unwavering feeling of indifference
by the mess that lies in the wake, and,
what lies ahead in front of him.
the painting, simply worth all his efforts
no matter the mayhem.

lace underwear,
tight shirt,
outlines of gentle parts peaking through,
naked to his eyes,
messy hair,
the remanence of last night on her face,
her body, the sheets…
the warmth of daylight
starting to kiss the skin…
is it the daylight?
one more round… never enough.

your words paint a picture,
meant to deter the common man.
an inquisitive soul,
full of unanswered questions.
but your eyes, dear,
they tell me all that your words never could.
I see you,
and what we could be,
you and I both know.

in the moment,
just you and I, and a dimly lit candle,
you gripping the sheets
my hands, spreading you open.
my fingerprints all over your body,
making eye contact,
in that moment,
labeling you mine.