I gasped, not from exertion, but as my heart pumped beyond endurance - even beyond reason.
I swooned my gaze, my mind - it’s logic shattered, my judgement waves in tatters like wind blown cloth, as storm shaken boughs from the willow trees; their kindred flow reverently.
I felt your gaze and with it my own reason scattered as leaves ahead of the quickening storm, my knees trembling air enters not, my heaving chest.
Clawing at same, I wonder will I ever see the end of this day. Your beauty, curve of your nose above my lips pressed against yours.
I feel your exhalation tickling my lips, I squirm joyfully, religiously, as if my very existence must garner your approval.
I ran away in spirit, away from your gaze, while standing in your presence, too in love to move.
Then it comes like it is supposed to, come hater spare my angst not, and curse me for the fool I must be.
Just as pain reaches for my heart, I experience a momentary hope that perhaps this time, I pray this time - not let me feel the agony, the loss, the ever welcoming bands that wrap my heart.
Crush the life from me, twist the air from my lungs and with loves determined blade slice slowly, deeply, so that with beat the heart embraces blade and my own folly.
Don’t let me squirm away from my faith, my duty - you, my reason to carry on with my love.
I tried to drown it, to bury it within the great depths of the ocean. I found myself propelling downward braving the creatures curious and hostile that sought to make me stay.
I bore upward with the cask, clutched to my breast. Tears washed away by ocean waters, my love desirous to escape its confines from within the golden chest.
Mocking me, love retained its place in my mind and heart, not cruel, but with a sincere honesty that said, “Gentle spirit, You’ve completed play?” Cease heart.