urgent need
these words
to flow
to ebb
to caress
the tendrils of skin
that lay
close to me
under the starry heavens
urgent need
these thoughts
to be expressed
to be caressed
my skin
next to beauty
that lays
close by
under the heavens
of a morning sky
urgent need
to say little
and speak volumes
of this
whatever it is
whatever it can be
whatever it might be
whatever
possibility
resides
at the cusp
of horizon
sun
sky
earth
and
always.
might i whisper
might i see
might i glimpse
all that is to be
might i stumble
might i stare
might i gasp
for one breath of air
might i imagine
might i desire
might i remind
of a burning fire
might i remember
might i embrace
might i run
a majestic race
might the sun
might the moon
might the night
lay waste to ruin
and might i wander
and might i need
one last reminder
on which to feed
the morning perfect
and night’s to fall
i want this moment
i want
it all.
and uneasy wind picked and pulled
at the seams of the horizon
to and fro
debris swept in and out of focus
an uneasy wind pushed and pummeled
at the seams of the horizon
darkened sky
alight with the reflecting lunar pools
of glow
an uneasy wind plucked a melody
soothing, lyrical, magical
while also strange and discordant
not harsh; again
this was an easiness and easy melody
tuneful, playful – a harmonious tone
and uneasy wind picked and pulled
at the seams of the horizon
to and fro
and swept away
and sept up
love rang anew
desire and craving
born – again and over
on wings
of the world outside and her uneasy wind.
