Her -21/09/2008

(final edit -30/06/2009)
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I couldn’t begin to describe your smile,
Or how it feels when your eyes meet mine,
Your beauty builds an ache inside my sinuses,
Right there from squinting,
As my eyes try…
Tried…

I have seen- and just stand stupefied.

Even in a photograph against a Himalayan sunrise,
Your glow captured, then eclipsed completely their beauty,
And a whole mountain range watched equally in awe of you,
As I was,
And I am,

And I ache.

You are like nothing ever seen,
Across mountains and forests,
Deserts and jungles,
From city to city,
Yours floats above a sea of lesser faces.

You are sunlight burning fires that consume sound out of the air,
A silent picture postcard sent from angels’ holidays,
Taken somewhere away beyond even heaven,
Far away, a portrait painted of the sheer, and absolute.
The end of all pictures, perfected,
You are the final concept,
The sight of you, a last wish by the world before it dies.

I have seen you,
And thought of my arms,
My hands that could hold….

(…)

…instead I am withheld,
And it pains me,
Ache,
For not holding you,
Pain,
That started there in my eyes,
Sinuses,
Spread down to shoulders,
Heart,
Sunken and then drowned,
Slump,
As my breath comes hard.

For you I salt my own wounds,
Writing what I can’t describe,
I can offer up only these burn marks-
Even as this bittersweet searing,
Is still fresh,
I know you’re already becoming an old-wound.

I know you don’t want me,
Medusas opposite,
You look at me and I am stone turned tissue paper,
Like a statue becoming its own shadow on the ground,
Struggling for some shape in the dying light.

But you are brilliant,
Retinas burn from over-exposure to you,
You glow like a ghost on the back of my eyelids,
Some amazing grace,
I have seen,

I’ve found,
That I can’t look away,
I’m lost,
Because a mere blink robs-me-blind,
And hurts even more,
When that blinking takes me away,


From the sight of you.


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-Peace

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