Listen To Your Heart
I see phantasms floating through the billowing early morning mist
where I stand alone by the black water as its ever
probing tongue licks gently at the granite rocks that line the shore.
Like stone sentinels the fog creates images of snow leopards that seem to stalk the shadows,
lithely twirling as the ebony water casts polymorphous creatures into the living mist.
These images remind me of you.
Your long feline movements leave me breathless.
The touch of your delicate finger tips warm me to my core
as you gently stroke my hair, touch my hand, caress my shoulder.
On this chilled morning as I stand here thinking of you,
your long slim body tattoos images across my mind,
Images that will never leave me,
Images I can never forget,
Images of beauty and emotions that I can see in vivid colors,
Images of the feelings I have locked deep inside of me.
You are the beauty in my world,
the light,
the curtana,
blunted by the haze of your own emotions,
never allowing the warmth of the emerging golden dawn
to lift the vapor of your world,
leaving the sweet dew drops
of your desires hidden within your denials,
always to remain in your darkness.
And if these words are cause for a single tear to drip from your smiling eyes
let it rest upon your gentle cheek for the briefest of moments,
for a breath that lasts an eternity in my heart.
Allow me for that instance this single indiscretion.
Though in reality it can never be,
let me dry your sweet tear
as my soft lips caress your tender skin,
and the clouds slowly fade leaving the warmth of your soul
shining brightly in your beautiful fantasy.
02/08/17
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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