When the
door closes, and we part—
Our paths divide
in a precarious—curious—
Passing that
primarily caters to the piece of me
That longs
to dive into your innermost workings,
And meet the
puppeteers within your headspace.
The thoughts
that make you uniquely you—
Are the
uttermost enigmas that are etched
Delicately
by the articulations you deliver—
Benevolence and
passion I wish to uncover
And with
permission, hold forever.
When you are
not near, I hobble home
With my
heart hording your figure, wishing
I had
another moment to bashfully peer
Beyond your
eyes to the person beneath,
Or dare to
discover your deepest dreams.
For in that
moment, between breaths,
I would long
to speak and embellish
The beauty that
binds you truly.
I could
spend a century contently
Counting
your finest features.
When we
part, pass, proceed, progress
Or push on,
I ponder upon how, as much
As I would
like to hold your arm,
It seems,
equally as much I yearn
To gratify
the gears of your mind.
I wish to mingle
amongst a unity
Of mutual
understanding, beginning
With the
cognitions and comprehensions
That can
both breed compassion
And ignite a blissful feeling
You are the portico
on the steps
Of a
summered season—a being
Who might be
mentioned alongside
The seraphs
of heaven—For yours
Is the kindest
heart beating.
DannYetman
www.DanielYetman.blogspot.com
