Just because...

The thought of you,
as I sculpt my metaphors,
a tapestry of meaning,
a spectrum of signs,
entangled in emotion,
expressions of the soul,
concept of nirvana,
theory of relativity,
coexistence between us two.

Your love is oil on my skin,
placid liquid,
may slip through my hands,
but remains,
stays long after the sun sets,
as you take repose,
I miss you when you sleep,
reach for you when I dream,
and greet the morning,
an invitation to see you once more.

Where there is blindness,
there is a mesh of valued truths,
and surprising realities,
in light of contradiction,
underlies sweet affection,
a diamond in the rough,
shines through,
the only real thing,
in the world,
the artificial sphere,
this place we call earth.

Our affair,
like splatters of color,
on a blank canvass,
children chasing butterflies,
splashing puddles,
pillow fights,
stealing cookies from the cookie jar,
milkshakes and cotton candy,
as it grows,
we look back at baby steps,
reminisce,
about how it all began.

Contemplating,
why I am deaf to the clock ticking,
stranded in a moment with you,
why my blood ceases to fuel my heart beat,
at the sight of a frown on your face,
could be because life is short,
ignorance is never bliss,
for we don't know,
the lifeline of our moments,
could be because your smile,
etched in my memory,
has become a part of me...

Maybe because of this feeling,
snug like a baby's blanket,
safe in private refuge,
maybe because there's nothing,
I'd rather do than be close,
and closer still,
to the open doors,
your open arms that envelope me,
and if you seek a reason,
a penny for my thoughts,
a token from my lips,
it's just because...

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Missing yesterday...

Solitaire.
Engaged in memories.
Mental pictures of days that have elapsed.
Long walks. Indefinite talks.
Lost with each other and lost in one another.
The murmurs of sweet-nothings amongst the crowd.
Smiles. Laughter.
Justifies the good in morning and night.
Occasional bad coffee, but not too bad after all.
Dinners though not by candlelight, tasteful just the same.
Dessert behind closed doors.
Stop. Breathe.
Time stands still.
Infusion of air.
Coalescent vigor at the slightest touch.
Tingles rushing through every nerve...electric, seductive, elusive.
Pictorial thoughts. Living dreams.
It started from a moment.
Grew into a consequential chain of moments.
Until it became an existence.
Bewitching stares. Captivating sighs.
A grip so tight, no escape...but need no escape.
A battle of physical possession, no mercy...but no casualties.
Quivering whispers. Secrets exchanged.
The mind speaks through lips trailing moisture on the surface it explores.
The eyes act through fingers drawing heat maps on fertile terrain.
Taking in. Giving more.
Two bodies tracing sketches of desire on the sheets.
Deep, adoring, loving, sensual...embracing the gravitational pull of nature.
A day feels like a lifetime. Days pass...lifetimes seem too short.
We pack our memories in a suitcase.
Keep it in a sacred place where we can relive...
The touch, the sounds, the sights, the scents, the taste of yesterday.

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