under the light of the moon
you hold out your hand
& i take hold.
you offer a ride with your heart in tow
whispering delicately,
“let’s see where this journey goes.”
as long as we’re bound together
there’s no better place
for our love to grow.
contemplating her next move,
the pounding within her chest
told her what she already knew:
she had to break free from the chains
wrapped around her wrists.
there was no sense in moving,
for every wriggle
tightened the grip.
what river do i cross again and again?
the river where bloodthirsty love begins.
toes dip in at first sight.
oohing & aahing with every delight.
swimming further downstream fulfilling love-drunk dreams.
kiss me, love me, do what you please.
pull me into your ocean where you shall lead.
is this my home?
spinning ‘round n round
going from high to low
and back ‘round again.
is this that place where a heart feels heard
and shoulders ease?
for far too long the tongue’s been tied
and the shoulders tense
from being left in the dark
because my stories don’t matter.
the voice has been shushed
and pushed into a corner steadily decaying.
do you hear me
as you untie my wrappings?
do you wish to pull out my stories
while uncovering my parts and pieces?
do you turn the lights on
and keep them shining,
to see all of me?
or do you take only what you need?
is this where I belong
or do I hide in the dark
to seek comfort and refuge
from a stranger’s company.
i would tell if you asked.
i would say so if only you took the chance.
the looking glass
possesses fragments of a view.
surrounding figures and forms
collapse as our fingertips meet.
yet, steady is the scene
encompassing pieces of you.
limbs undulate tenderly
with the slightest breeze.
wildflowers spread their seeds
dropping impressions
attempting to gain greater visibility.
such bits linger out of view,
boulders that were planted eons before,
torrential rains that flooded these plains
leaving ridges deep and wide.
yet, this singular slice,
the object of my heart’s deep affection,
is purely the only matter
that requires my line of direction.
This poem can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.
This poem has been revisited often in the past few months. The original poem can be found here: Nous Avons Tout Le Temps Pour Nous. This final version below can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.
