Thursday, January 31, 2013

Point of Convergence

This I know and know that you do too.


My mercurial self, the moral exigencies, my faked insouciance,


My fifth essence.


Your ineluctable presence, our aching desire,


The forces that inhibit me


We are both there but won’t accept,


Waiting for the other to take that step


It may never come- the oak, the lily.


The chilly waves, the dew, the dusky hue-


It smells of you, eyes, lips, and fingers few..


Our story may never have began, but


That which exists and never began will always be new.



<3

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