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Falling

My mind,
The angry fool,
Still stuck unpuzzling you,

My heart can no longer wait!

Let these words burst out of me,
Like my soul’s desire to tear towards you,
To mix with yours and become one,
And it would if it were not for my being.

As if fed by the morsel,
It must remain content with your touch,
Your kisses.

Your love is a source of inspiration,
Your eyes are a source of healing,
Your lips parted are silent beacons,
Their call to me louder than a whole world.

Your hands reaching out to me,
Radiating love,
And time slows down.

Dear lover of mine,
My gratitude deepens for you,
Each time our eyes meet,
And my mind must now follow my heart.

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A Masculine Perspection

Your feminine enthralls me,
Draws me;
My masculine sees you as beauty pure,
Incapable of seeing anything else,
And why would it try?

What does it want, you ask?
And quite right,
For trouble often follows it closely,

I will tell you what this accursed says to me:

Liberate your eyes,
Let them caress her every dimension,
Envelope her in your arms,
Warmth, worldly and deep;

Ignite a fire so powerful,
She will want to fight for her world,
With a fierceness that slows time,
A light that can and will shine,
Brighter, hotter, and longer than yours.

Let her be the architect and you the builder,
And so the designs would be so grand.

It says to me:

With every glance,
You will understand better why it is,
You’re drawn and fixated,
Incapable of seeing anything less than a goddess;

Cursed nonetheless,
A curse that the masculine seeks,
To unravel,
To turn from chains and thorns,
Into sustenance and warmth,
Continuity and life,
Tenderness and sensuality.