Howling Love
Each step is like
I’m walking on mist
for not a sound
mumbles from beneath my feet.
With everything in full bloom
I can’t locate your scent,
my palate is overwhelmed,
and as I fight
to sift through
all these smells
of fauna and flora
I close my eyes…
……there you are,
smiling
like your very thoughts tickle you,
and my heart
has tears streaming down it
missing you.
I can feel your chin
against my chest,
your body pressed to mine
as if we were from two molds
made to fit together.
Tangling my fingers in your hair
to keep you as close as possible
you nuzzle up
into my neck
and my body shivers
for the warmth
of your soul is missing in this facade.
My eyes come open
to the rising of the Moon
and my mind wunders
if you caught it tonight,
it slowly rolls higher
as anxiety claws at my back
and I work my way
to the upper levels in this mountainscape.
Anxiousness has worked
its hands to my throat
trying to cut off its ability
to take in air
but I’ve gotten above the tree line
and I begin my heart filled,
mournful dirge.
My howl starts out soft
filling the heavens with my sorrow
and expelling
these fingers from my neck,
reforming the constellations
into my poem of longing.
With my next breath
I send it on its way
as if it was an email.
My next serenade of the Moon
picks up volume,
it converts to emotions and colors,
and as the red of love
slashes upon
the satiny night sky
they swirl into maroons of lust
and purples of romance
spiraling away as my intensity increases
making this firework like kaleidoscope
crackle and spark.
I reach the end of my concerto
and the raw emotions
climb into the night,
throat burning
Love's teeth
tears off a piece
of my heart,
spitting it in the air
for my emotions to carry away
under the moon
to tuck in your pocket…
…feel it throb,
it pulses only for you.
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