Seasons Change

You were my climate

I would bend & yield to your slightest variation

When you were my sun, I would dress down for you, all skin, melanin, exposure

Blanketed by your warmth

 I vacationed in your love

 

Until the season called for your coldness

I would grimace & endure your presence

Like a sore throat in recovery

 

The autumns of your indifference

Brought with it a kaleidoscope of mystery

As the leaves fell from our dreams

Unrealised

We marvelled at the unsettling paradox

That the beauty of our ideals may never be fully actualised

But the beauty stands unwavering

All the same

 

The winter of our love

Brought with it a necessary mourning

As I purged you, heart and soul

Piercing through with icy precision

I allowed it to hurt

I gloried in the courage it took to brave your coldness

To endure

Until the last morsel of this blizzarding love

Melted away

 

Bringing forth a spring of reflection

Of clarity

As I meditated on all the reasons I had to leave:

That no matter how hard I adapt

To your vicissitudes

Your endless variations

I found myself staring

Perpetually

At this ticket back

To myself

 

For my heart is a tropical island

Of dreams & beauty & irresistible warmth

Until my rain comes like a hot baptism

Ready to cleanse & make a new

To saver in the promise of a warmer tomorrow

 

And for now, maybe that’s what I need more

As I vacationed in your temperate maritime climate

It is time for this sojourning solider to return home

Kaleidoscope

Loving you

With this kaleidoscope view

Of haunting visions

Misleading me & you

But caught up in the passion

Of the red & blues

Entranced by the mystery

And drowning in a history

Of powders, pills & booze

 

Consciousness – in & out we fly

We swallow up weeks

As we soar through the sky

And in my mind’s eye

I see you

Dancing in transition

Flickering red & blue

A dizzying display

As you multiply from one to two

To an endless supply of you

 

Of this haze

Filling my days

With dreams & nightmares

That torment when I crave

My next ticket

Soaring up high

Together, you & I

We’ll reinvent the meaning

Of floating

Through this life

 

Cheers to crashing countlessly

From the great heights we soar

For I remember truly

Loving you was an emotional war

 

For my unwavering patriotism

I refuse to leave

And as long as my lungs allow me to breathe

And as long as my veins bleed

Blue

I will continue

Continue

Loving you

With this kaleidoscope view

Of haunting visions

Misleading me & you

To a grave uncertain, but coming, but true

A Poet in Love |Excerpt from a book I may write

It was the mystery her midnight eyes exude that I found most alluring. The little tell tell signs of emotions that eyes of a different shade would reveal unconsciously; her dark brown hues kept hidden.

And I gaze into them; searching for the dilated pupils, the star struck glow, that faint glimmer and airiness that would all but confirm my suspicions. But instead I lose myself in this search; in an opal sea, for it is only her eyes that have the power to overwhelm and entrap me.

– I love her wildly.

No Greater Love

When seeking solace, I sit in solitude

Sufficed alone by the timeless, the biblical, the true

Surrendered, wholly , I follow the call of a heart pursued;

 

For this Love, it leaps through the lines,

Your presence, it penetrates my pain,

Your call, it brought me to these rhymes;

 

And, overwhelmed, undeserving, of this Love so true.

By your Grace alone do I live through;

With these tears, baptismal, I awe at this great gift of You.

Hands

I can tell you I love you

With just my hands

As my finger traces the silhouette

On your skin

As I lace my fingers through yours

So you are reminded, in that moment

Together

We face the world

 

My hands speak truer words than my lips

As they caress your face

I am certain there is a language

Through which my hands speak

 

And when we’re alone

Cocooned in sheets

Every touch is intensified

Electrified with every embrace

 

I grasp

Overwhelmed by the alchemy my hands make

Enchanted by

The sheer majesty the light

Our love creates

When We Were On Fire

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We are not the burning bush

That Moses knew

In the ancient days

When Love split the seas

 

We are not the sun

That radiates true

Infinite and glorious

In all its blinding beauty

 

But like the sun

We are a dying star

Living in the ashes

Of what we once were

 

And, oh, how we were

Inescapably dazzling

Blazing with brilliance

And raw unadulterated heat

 

I can’t put my finger on

The exact moment

Of our disintegration

But what in fact

Is forever burned 

In my memory is

The abandoning cold

The numbing chill

Of our love’s slow death

That dim glow, of love’s final breath

 

 

 

Misconceptions about Love

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Ask for Love

In its truest, purest form.

Ask for it.

But be prepared for the soul-shaking storms that come.

Love never promised to constantly satisfy

To meet your every need

To attend to your every desire

Because if that is what you seek,

Love is not what you are looking for.

Love is not what you are looking for

Because

When the storms come

When the thunder quakes your life

And the lightning dismantles your heart;

You will cry to the Creator

The Giver of your request

And question Love’s sincerity

Because you did not ask for pain,

You did not ask for agony,

You did not ask for a storm to destroy the very fabric of your being.

What fools we are, asking for what we do not know.

Naive in believing the tales of eternal sunshine

Because the pain is a part of love, the misery, the endurance.

Love is long suffering,

Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?

Love is beautiful, yet annihilating.

It will kill your ego, your prior illusory self-concept

Until you are no longer you

But two.

 

So the next time you wail in dismay

At the sorrows that come as God rips a rib from your chest.

Do not lament

Be wise

You cannot experience metamorphic change without pain.

If love is what you are after

Love in its truest, purest form

Brace yourself before you ask

Brace yourself

It is more than worth it.