LOVE...AGAIN?

I have given my love, yet again, to someone who can barely contain it

I have given my heart, yet again, to someone who barely knows to receive it

I have given him the power to weaken my knees

Form hurricanes of butterflies

Swirling, fluttering, dipping deep beneath my veins

Into that space, that quiet core

That weightless chamber that holds the sore

A throbbing vortex of visceral flesh

Blowing Hot& Cold

Tasting Sour to bittersweet

I have given my love, once again,

Caught by surprise like an insouciant, unwise

Inexperienced, trembling, aching

To feel it made tangible

I have given my body, once again, as communion wafer,

Each breath a rich sensual aether

An ethereal lever

On which every kiss and caress is a frenetic emotional expressway for the Gods to decipher

This love cuts deep triggers the nerves and hurts like pain

This pain is excruciating joy exploding into a phantasmagoria of euphoria

An aria sung in Science Fiction fantasy Induced to slow motion by special effects to express

That release from fear

Pure unrefined, divined vulnerability  

A gasp, gagging, giggling from ear to ear

The soul soaked sweetness of loving being laid bare

I have given my heart, again, and he ticks every right box

I have given my love, again, and I am out foxed in a paradox

I have swept aside his well constructed façade

I have pierced his soul so deep he is reeling

Grasping at old statutes and statues

Pillars that once held him steady

Foundations now crumbling fast

I withhold no answers

I am left speechless at last

I am drawn, possessed, towards this man

I have surrendered to be at his beck and call

But can he do the same and give it his all?

I have fallen in love, again, and all is not lost

I am falling in love with so much to gain

He has fallen in love with so much to lose but a lifetime to gain

I hope he chooses well

I hope he chooses courageously

I hope he manifests a destiny of truth and authenticity

For I know too well

He might shrink in the face of adversity

And leave me standing there, fast

As I was in singular, stoic, solidarity

With loneliness

So with this poem and in this prose

I invoke the charm and sorcery of imagination

To bequeath me life’s one true gift

Inspiration to give me meaning and my life a lift

Eros’s love from this man, I

To the man that is my Beloved, my Champion and my Protector

The man in my corner

My man like no any other

My Man, My Love, My Heart