Bedside Fire

In how many women’s beds are you sleeping, when I have barely found any other worth a lusting,

Yet I do yearn for the day where I can be combusting

Long for the day where I can begin some trusting,

and then I’ll know that when I’m thrusting all of my energy and my love into another, it won’t be for the sake of your other lovers

And the thought of a man won’t make me shudder

Maybe his touch will make me remember, what it supposed to be like to be held, like an ember

Too hot to clutch too tight and hold too strong, yet just warm enough to stay by it’s fire all day and night long

Stoking it with passion, not fear nor threat, knowing that the licking of the flicking from the flames are coals compared to what’s yet

Cosmos and campfires will combine into the one universe it is, and then, I will be content knowing, that side of the bed, is no longer his.

Unprompted

It should be Pretty obvious, but still you stay oblivious, with your disposition sitting in ignorance, your aloof stature coming off as righteous. But it’s not. It just divides us. It pries the ties that try to keep us united and offers me the insight I need to evaluate the efforts from the undecided.

And deciding these realizations have been provided.They all seemed to be coinciding and practically implied that I am being denied the most profound happenings that bring me alive, offers me vitality. These are the most of upmost important expressions that are the genetic coding of my humanity. This is the way to offer interest of genuine connectivity. Yet your soul seeks out mine Inactively.

In the lack of action I see all the offered time for our connecting to align and reveal the divine purpose of hearts like yours and mine. I thought of this as intertwining with the grand design. Perhaps it’s not. Or perhaps it’s just one bit to combine into a book of truths we loosely bind.

Now bound together with a single thread, common to the past on a path we have to lightly tread. The destination is clear, it should be near, instead, I’m ridden in bed with an illness born from retaliation from what I expected. in my head, we are growth oriented and selfless love lead.

Leading me to feel an emotional haunt. An escaping of a hope that what moves me is also your want, wanting my passions to be on your list to flaunt, proving you crave more of me and use the tools and let our love create a new font. One that is read every chance the eyes have to seek to be closer, driven to know more, without prompt.