Your hair is the black magic,
Your eyes are the nebula.
Your neck is the ravine.
Your lips are the squashed strawberry.
Your skin is the Etowah rocks.
You are becoming irresistible
each day and it defeats me.
You are my fulfillment and
you are my restlessness.
You are why I wait and why I
can’t.
You are the eternity, the
immediate…..the right now.
You are the silence before
and the sigh after.
The beauty, the complexity,
the intensity of you occupies and rules even the most mundane chore.
And in my vulnerability, I am
your greatest ruin.
I am the darkness to your
light.
I am the twilight to your
dawn
I am the moist to your
parched.
I am the warmth to your
coolness.
I am the outside of your
inside.
I am the physical to your
incorporeal.
I am the roots of your sky.
I will show you your other
side if you will show me mine.
