A Collaborated Love
"To Touch That Blessed Word"
What is the difference?
how must i know?
but infatuated with your cool glance and clothes
infatuated with how you made me fell wanted,
with your acceptance
pride, and belief in me
Fascinated by you, persisting to
the golden glow in your eyes
the tenderness of your touch
appreciation and devout care
was it but only how you made me feel that caused me to return
is that enough for it to be granted that blessed word
or is it but only my imagination
creating something that years prolonged do search
where in earthliness i am left empty handed
with my head amongst the clouds
i question
through my death would you mourn?
for you said you loved me
but is love, love if not eternal...
How can my lips form these words
when my mind can not articulate
but then have i never loved?
As Death narrows in on the other
to call out its name bringing it to run rather, upon you
for that immensity and power, is the truest of unfiltered love
To lay down fear and step together
amongst the darkness of that inarticulate mind.
determines the hierarchy of this word
in which we persistently search.
Copyright © Clare Wilker | Year Posted 2019
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