Wanderlust… to soar in a grand way…

the muse is alive
like flowing water from the rivers
opening onto the seas

never still
but silent
soundless musings
buried deep in her womb

she floats
like an angel taking flight
to where her beloved is

she moves
sinewy flesh
liking what yet she cannot see

soon, she thinks to herself
she dreams…soon

if this be love
then let it be love
for nothing
can describe the heat in her flesh
the ache in her belly

yearning for a kiss
a touch that is to come

nothing but love

if they love
then their breath
shall meet in the distant sky
silently akin to a whisper

silent
silent

yet understanding who love is
they love
like the rain unrelenting
on a rainy day

and strangers be lovers
swept off in a dream

an ode to love
the muse stirs

my skin burns
every atom in my flesh moves
never at rest
as if anticipating, nay, expecting your touch

every breath
each sigh
waiting in expectation
of your kiss

you’re beautiful
and i too see my beauty in your eyes
those deep pools of green..blue
kaleidoscope of colors that explode in my heart

how can we live when we’re apart
i ask you, how?
pragmatic hearts, alas
living but not really..
not really..

come back soon
my quintessential
my dear mr. marvel..