Yearning

The germ of this poem comes from an experience I had on my previous visit to this area in January. I walked into the hills and unexpectedly found joy in a peaceful orange grove. The thoughts and feelings I experienced whilst I was immersed in that joyous peace are pursued here. I dedicate this poem to the most amazing woman I have ever met; my muse, my inspiration, my love... 



Yearning


I can feel... hear... the blood pulsing through my head.

I hesitate for just a beat... there's no other feeling...
No other sound. 

My breath curls up through the cold and into the trees;
Caressing branches, kissing fruit.

What I see is what I hear is what I smell and what I taste...
There is no touch; only the memory of, the dream of... touch.


More than anything... more than riches, health or even happiness...
More than life, I want to lie like this. Spend one more night with you: like this.

The intimacy of soul mates, the honesty of friends, the purity of lovers; our connection, our bond.

My heart wants you, my body too... but there is a drive that's stronger still;
To watch you slip into sleep... see the waking worries cast off one by one.

And absorb your moonlit beauty, your essence, your heart, your core...
And wake to your gaze... the promise you made, heartfelt and never forgotten...


That's the love I want... the kind that's true,
And will always be to the spirit faithful; to emotions too...

To the gold horizon, true to you... true to me...
Honest and strong... dignified and noble... open and pure...
Like the sea... an ocean of love...all for thee...

Comments

Anonymous said…
Beautiful
Matt Pseudo said…
Thanks, Anon. It was inspired by a beautiful moment and a beautiful woman.
Anonymous said…
I am drawn back to it again and again. It soothes me, touches me...

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