words can’t begin to describe,
this writer cannot scribe,
the feelings that linger,
emotions that stir,
helter skelter.
Feelings of longing, love and lust,
I guess I could go back to making art in poetry,
but I want more, I want different.
This love needs no rinsed and repeated words in wisdom. I
can’t fathom a loss so great,
feel like worlds collided and death was escaped,
I want him now,
nay, need him in my life,
want to be the kind who can stay not just survive.
It’s urgent this need,
this language doesn’t do justice to the feat.
I want to feel the spark in my soul burst aflame at the sight of him,
at the light of him
but I cannot do it justice,
cannot bring the words from nature to the shore,
cannot do it right in English,
need a language of love invented.
For this love is cemented
and I can’t explain it anymore.