Thinking Out Loud
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~writer's notes~
i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality
~the prologue~
just a child
he clenches his teeth
grinding
creating a screeching sound
much like worn out brakes
the yell of steel on steel
he bleeds
my God how he bleeds
a deep breath
and boiling burgundy
spills over the structure of his frame
wears down the flesh to the bone
the sun stops shinning
birds start falling out of the skies
have you ever heard a dog wail in pain
that was him that loud puppy
the barking that breaks the night in two
i confess he was me - emphasize 'was'
~the story~
back in the day
in the dead of night
still young
cautious
we met at a special place
where nature's hand had drawn a line
a spot unique only we could define
where pulses race at an amazing pace
like cranking dry ice through veins
You asked me "Do you believe in love at first sight."
I answered "I believe in love under any circumstance."
(later you told me you loved those words)
you clarified
"in love - i mean do you believe in falling 'in love' at first sight."
I replied "I believe in sparks."
your face lit up
"Sparks?" you asked
"Yes," I proclaimed
"sparks and kerosene."
looked you directly in the eyes
smiled and added
"wanna burn?"
we kissed
(how soft this moment was to the touch)
the cosmos slowed down
i swam in its essence at a crawl
devoured this sliver of time
as it simmered
almost at a standstill
I uploaded it to memory
my internal library
one with shelves
leather bound shards of experiences
with strong spines
one's could stand the test of time
our sweet union warm lit
now a part of me
you stole my lips
bound to my heart as they are
grazed against my waining restraint
surrendering all reason
i lost myself to your tender grip
your gaze touched me deeper than any man should be felt
like a unique note of music heard once never forgotten
my wanting
a whistling kettle
a cool vapour of cleansing mist
a burning desire to inhale your presence
and never breathe again
from then on it was always us
you
you were always there
when I thought I was falling off the earth
you handed me what you called gravity
saved me from an endless existence
among a bevy of extinguishing stars
always had
a paper pad
a pen
you were the only one
understood my ink flowed
of its own volition
had a mind of its own
could run slowly
like a glass smooth lake
or
like rapids - rabid
foaming at the mouth
a waterway
damaged by jutting rocks
as it hits the sea wall - hard
however
no matter the ups and downs
you
you were always there
when i sang Dylan and Cohen
quoted them in Malta, Prague, Croatia
lectured
people smile the same in Europe
as they do in South America
cry the same in Africa as in Asia
both
when tears flow over smiles
continued
in England some tend to speak quietly
in France their passion often screams
so when I needed you
when there were no words
instinctively you just held me
soothed my pain
i was a man in motion interested in fusion
our minds would eventually meld with love held
shared a single bed
like queen and king
when we walked the moon was ours alone
the promise of your love
the nature of your embrace
the perfume of your mane
you
you were always there
~ the epilogue ~
your words touched my heart
your lips softened it
your shine tickled my fancy
your hold owned my smile
together life seemed so unreal
in the best of ways
when the universe its vast array of entities
pauses for what seems forever
i dance stupid knowing everyone's looking
even staring in disbelief
that's what our love allows me the courage to be me
no apology
i live my time cradled in the calm of us
live it just - being
and you
you are always here
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016
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