No matter
What I pen
The poem
Will be drowning
In the times
They were
Inked in.
What I need
And what
I want
Are not always
Congruous.
I want
A beloved
My match
And each of
My previous
Beloveds
Has shown me
That I wasn't
Ready yet
For the one
To come.
I want you
Beloved
Now…
No more
Waiting.
My seams
Are set
To bursting
With the love
Of the Divine
For Humanity
And I fear
I shall split
In two
For the enormity
Of it…
I wish to
Share that
With you
Beloved…
Can we Lover?
Can we make
Make love
And feel
In that Divine
Embrace
That we are
More than
Mere vessels
Together,
The four of us
And the rest
Of the world
Simultaneously?
I know you
Would understand
Without explanation.
I don't just
Want you,
I am running
To greet you
In the streets
Daily…
Sometime I think
That only the Saints
In centuries past
Could comprehend
My Devotion
To you Beloved.
Sure more money
Would be great
And that will
Come
In time
Or all of a sudden.
Sure a home
And a car
Would be nice…
But I'd rather share it
All with you…
A meal shared
Always tastes
Better
In your company.
I should stop
Staring at the
Empty space
By my side
And instead
See you
Before me.
Where are
Our destinies?
Made?
Found?
Or a course
We cannot
Escape?
Daily I wonder
Beloved…
Will you remain
Bodiless?
And must I
Remain content
To feel you
In sunbeams
And raindrops?
What I want
Is you and I
In each others
Very human
Arms.
