CERTAINTY'S MOLD

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JOURNAL # 41

being alone
as I am
I marinate myself
in thoughts of you
you are the seasoning
my flesh craves
the aroma my nostrils flair
to catch whiff of
the zest my mouth
inspires my tongue to
venture out and seek
more fully
just the thought of
the glorious feel of you
can stir me to tears
creating an ache
no other could alleviate
my eyes grow sad
at the thought
what if I am never
allowed to see you
alive and smiling before me
my every wish revolves
perpetually around you
you are breath and bloom
to my very soul
and yet
with these five wounds of
my senses
I steadfastly calm my spirit
with the absolute knowing
you are but a hair's breath
from me every moment now
and our goals are juxtaposed
and quintessential
as together I now know
we mutually mine
each others blood and bone
for time has broken open
the doors for which she kept
us separately entombed..............
(April 27, 2012 426am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

was feeling very romantic and this poem came.

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