What is Love?

Tease me lover, what is Love?

The silence in between words unspoken,

the essence between the spaces and space.

A gesture ascending lifetimes of compassion,

seeing beyond what is right in front of you.

A feeling for which you cannot see.

Oh no, this Love transcends a feeling.

Tease me, lover, does our Love not seem unworthy within these worldly definitions?

Our Love rests so easy in the mystery of the unknown.
Worthy only in its perpetual nature
to take shape within the spirits it finds rest in.

Undefined for eternity,

ever evolving, exploring

the secret places only a lover can touch, feel 
through the senses halucinatory

to those whose eyes have not been blinded, by the sunlight that isn't there,
into darkness.

Our Love that moves me in places I cannot feel

directing me gently on a path to You, with You.

Our Love with no boundaries, no definition 

no direction.
(how threatening to those who cannot see the blinding sunlight?)

Our Love in it's raw unfixed freedom
allowing its lovers the space

and eternity

to live a life beyond what this existence is yet to define.

Our Love that dances in no shape or form, 
it's only presence is to dance 
in the hearts of it's lovers' spirit.

I end, lover, on a note with no end.

Our Love with no end.


"Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things" Rumi

Our Mystery

I leap forward.

vibrating, nerves -

everything feels like the unknown.

(Yet, we already know)

Your presence,

peace and comfort.

I felt your nerves tingling

with mine.

The paradox of trance and energy,

dancing next to you -

uneasy and tight,

lost in the trance of a known remedy.

I glance over at your finger

tips

your dancing wrist

in space,

reminding me to dance.

reminding me to not follow the physical -

follow the energy, of us, the space.

reminding me, all that I am is

energy.

I dance, still plagued with the trance

until I marvel at moments of space appearing within me,

space transcending what is known

(to the beings we are conditioned to be)

space allowing energy to knock gently on the door of my guarded heart.

breath.

gazing into your eyes with deep intention, 

nerves appear

within an instant, they dissolve 

our energies connect,

manifesting the celestial in tears and smiles – I felt You. I felt Us.

love and appreciation,

back and forth.

Your touch, radiating warmth, compassion and love 

energy 

vibrating in my body,

I tighten

and finally release -

Your love energy so gentle through me, my heart.

as I write this, far away from You.

I sit contently with consciousness that physical distance is no measure 

in this form of space and Our energy.

I still feel You, Us.

"Melt like snow, wash yourself from yourself and let love grow in your soul, silent as a lily" Rumi

A Revelation

Restless, counting into seconds
dreaming of something so much more -
converging into the swells of the salt
the wetness of the salty sea
to overcome me,
take me home.

Cleanse me of this feeling
I've fought for so long.
Poison to fight or help me?
Tonic to swallow and
fill me up from the inside
disinfect my thoughts.

my 
                      scattered 
      thoughts

collect them.

dream, scream, cry, pray
take the pressure away

Your cold departure,
your sweet denial.
Cleanse me of this lonely feeling -
respirate my thoughts,
nebulise my suffocation,
clear this congested spirit

stabbing
          pointing
breaking

for you.

Stop running away from me.

I need you
I need your comfort
I need you to see me -
through eyes untainted

I need your touch
soft, electric, pulsing
through me
I can't do this without you.

Cleanse your soul,
so you can see me whole.
Cleanse your eyes, wash them out
salt burning.
Purify your heart
so You
can love me again

Drift backwards, slowly
in my direction.
See my eyes yearning for
your affection.
See my eyes yearning for
your love.

These are your eyes,
your baby girl blue eyes.

Please don't give up on those baby girl blue eyes.

End note:
This was a Poem I had written in 2008. In hindsight You/Your = I,Me,My.

Playtime

Playful ambiguity (certainty)

When is it appropriate to slip

into youthfulness,

or carelessness?

Innuendo this – tickle that.

Oh, a mischievous feeling:

hot air blowing inside me -

warm and moist.

Sending me higher – floating ecstasy.

I never want to stop playing.

Please,

don’t let me down.

Ordinary

Moments drawn out between,
what is real and what is alchemy.

My mind and it's state run parallel around what I know, and what I feel.

Truth rendering my light,
jaded.

Yet, in the realm of affection,
the meeting of our most visceral emotions.
I find an eternity.

I discover:
ordinary is as obsolete as guilt,
A visceral hunger to expect the future -
poison.
Defying what means more to me -
naturally.

And so,
I do not force words from my lips,
they flow as plainly as breath.

As if this life depends,
on writing.

Better than nothing

I feel you
charging with little intent.

In my head,
I imagine your movement.

Underneath the shadow of your articulate stature,
There hides a sadness.
An incessant longing (loving)
no fame
no fortune,
no distraction could disguise.

So I write these words,
with meaning,
and intent.

Let me flatter your mind.
For it is all I have for now.

How many words would it take?
To show you the true meaning

Of love, beauty and
passion.

Perhaps words aren't enough?

Perhaps they are better than
nothing.

Dreaming in colour

As you speak of tragedy and fantasy...
my thoughts, drawn to your ruined morality.

Yet I object: for your soul is merely on retreat -
And so, my sweet I ask :
Perhaps, change is more necessary than vacation?

Perhaps, this speaks louder -
I want you to find me in this Wonderland,
For this is truly a treasured Utopia -

Finally, you dream in COLOUR!

So for now, be not tarnished by the fallacy,
For this reverie is shaping our reality.

The sea has no end, no beginning, it just is,

I eagerly await to walk,
most certainly we will, side by side;
holding a hand of yours,
 feeling like a veil woven out of silk thread,
like grasping fingers around hot air.

The sea rising, 
a galactic tide responding 
to your attraction.
A solar magnetic power,
from across the world
pulling hearts close.

Time slows, for a glimpse of eternity:
(Are you aware of your attraction, my dear?)

Safe

I don’t want to understand.

I want to get drunk -

an intoxication that will leave me wander-fully,

content.

I don’t want to know where this came from.

I want to move this to a place I will never forget,

a place that will never forget me.

I don’t want to stop for the sake of should, shouldn’t, maybe or reality.

I want to burst into this feeling with an immature embrace

until my energy finally satiates.

I don’t want to understand this.

I don’t want to lose something I may not have found.

I've been dreaming

It's the moment our skin connects.

That moment your fingers enfold me.

It's the moment your statue-like eyes meet mine

in the safety of the present,

in the instant of serenity...

...in the mess of longing, we simultaneously fall apart and ignite.

Disappearing into history.

In the moment.

Now I know

forever in an instant.

The Truth is...

I think I dreamt you up inside my head

Unlikely circumstances have lead me to this

Do you exist for me? Highly unlikely.

Yet, despite the inconvenience, I follow the pursuit of your existence (with me).

Suspended in fantasy, unfounded by reality - 

leaving me longing (and longing).

Your secret caress, not quite discreet yet unnoticed by the naked eye -

whilst naked is all our eyes can see.

A pure physical massacre of insecurities into a rush of ego we can't ignore.

And the truth is: I can't help dreaming, you (and I) were more.

Don't think about it.

At least I felt you.

Feeling you in our distance

Is like reaching for the stars,

only to fall amongst their tears.

At least I felt nothing.

Anesthetize me to life.

I've never felt more alive.

A hedonistic emancipation in our attempt to feel nothing.

What are we trying to prove?

Proof isn't necessary when there is nothing to hypothesize.

So let's fall into this...

lets fall into eachother,

with our heads and our hearts, empty.

Go. No, don't.

Perhaps,

It’s not my darkness that I fear –
But it’s lightness with you near.
Perhaps it’s not fleeting like moments past -
that takes me back,
before a shadow made rest on my tired heart.

I feel a tremor at the seat of your soul –
It descends miles into my woozy mind.
Yet all I can feel is our restrictions set free.

So I move past the feeling at the tip of my tongue,
to a place I daren’t go yesterday.
For I fear, even at the depth of my uninhibited heart -
It might be taking me back to the lighter start,
but the wind of my Cupids bow hums:
“Too little, too late”

I still think of your fire. I feel it fueling in the cracks of your shaken crust.
And all I want to say to you is this:

Don’t stop now.

Phatic Communication

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.


"Yes, Piglet?"

"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."”