love begins ...
love begins
like a teardrop caught behind
eyes that seem
just slightly out of focus
eyes no longer looking
outwards
but instead seeing
something within
something so full of desire
that the world fills
with a wave of beautiful pain
that floods the banks
of restraint
and surges over
lips and arms and legs
becomes a torrential downpour
of raw and unbridled
passion
so wonderfully cruel
your body shivers
and you are overcome
with a sense of falling
collapsing
until you realise
you are being held up
not by joy
not by hope
not by determination
not by what words slip over your lips
not by anything you know for certain
but by the abandonment
of who you are
to a pure passage
into sense
and sensuality
until at last
your teardrop forms complete
and runs across the rough edges
of your cheek
then you will feel
how comfort deserts you
as your eyes close
and you release
the life you knew
for the life you
always dreamed
was impossible
like a teardrop caught behind
eyes that seem
just slightly out of focus
eyes no longer looking
outwards
but instead seeing
something within
something so full of desire
that the world fills
with a wave of beautiful pain
that floods the banks
of restraint
and surges over
lips and arms and legs
becomes a torrential downpour
of raw and unbridled
passion
so wonderfully cruel
your body shivers
and you are overcome
with a sense of falling
collapsing
until you realise
you are being held up
not by joy
not by hope
not by determination
not by what words slip over your lips
not by anything you know for certain
but by the abandonment
of who you are
to a pure passage
into sense
and sensuality
until at last
your teardrop forms complete
and runs across the rough edges
of your cheek
then you will feel
how comfort deserts you
as your eyes close
and you release
the life you knew
for the life you
always dreamed
was impossible
