elegantly wasted
my soul remembers you
intoxicated
the soft music
the setting of the sun
evenings
us wading through seas of
women in saffron cocktail dresses
teatime palaver
with men in pinstripe suits
pink ties
pocket squares and sour faces,
my soul remembers you
and the understanding we cultivated
unspoken
an envelope of encouragement
a singular way of thought
one reason
one method
one step away from everything
and nothing
it
remembers
the soft press of electricity between us
that transcends being…
your hair falling in waves
broken on the dark goldenrod of shoulders
fierce
like the surf against seal rock,
knows
if 2 people
can see what their heart will show
there is no matter, the flesh
need never meet
is destined
never 2 be separated because
your soul will remember me
from either our past life
or
in the next
and i’m left with this: a wonderful, brilliant ache.
i love how you write.
you are 2 kind. and thank you for reading. (laughing) no pressure though…i’ll churn out some crap soon enough!
All of your works are completely ethereal and have such a sense of lucidity…breathable, in a sense…all so close to my heart…this one just made the illusion just that much realer.
thank you! color me greatful that you stopped by and poked around a little. speaking of which, eye plan 2 stop by your place a little later and kick my feet up!