to love till your heart hurts...
the air you breathe is not
enough...
enough...
water fills your eyes...
surrounds your soul with oceans of lost time...
have you ever loved like this before
Showers come down...
music plays a soft melody...
high on an everlasting substance of impeccable feverish intimacy...
memories of you and me never ending...
always beginning a new time and time again...
have you ever been in love like this before
Walking the line no matter the distance...
until you reach that one
the one...
who opens your senses with cascades of untamed...
undone...
emotions...
leaving your soul renewed from a cocoon of illusions...
Cramps in your stomach everytime you think of them leaving...
refusing to sleep...
until the scent of their skin engulf the emptiness...
sweating with excitement whenever they are near...
anticipating the night as they walk through the door...
sharing your life eternally is but only a small token of your love...
Spiritually...
mentally...
captivated by their eyes...
lost in their touch...
have you ever loved liked this before
(c) 2001 Lacretia Johnson
"Have
You
Ever"
tears falling upon my pillow thinking of how and why...
my heart consumed by your touch...
broken in two on that fatal day when I said
I loved you...
Whishing I knew what brought us to this moment...
passing each other by like strangers
wanting to say...
in so many words....
what I've felt since the first day we met...
looking in your eyes...
gleaming at your smile...
when I kissed you softly on your lips
Since then...
You've brought me to my highest highs...
to my lowest lows...
but for every step we took together...
for every trial we faced...
you gave me no less than the love only you could bestow...
I never occurred to me that all you wanted was to take my
hand and walk with me...
share with me things I've never seen...
in my words...
you wanted to speak...
giving voice to our unity...
amongst my soul you yearned to dwell
erasing all the lonliness by showing me the value of who I am...
and my choices of whom I wanted to be...
not to be ashamed of my unique individuality
In my heart you planted your seed...
giving me all and none of what I did and did not need
I can't believe through my stubbornness...
I shunned your hand...
your generous heart...
you unselfishly opened to me....
trying to hold on to what little I have left as each tear falls only to break before landing...
I'm but a stain of my own humility...
immortalized in broken tears...
(c) 2001 Lacretia Johnson