A romantic heart is my affliction
the poets blood within my veins
pumps a little faster when I see you
it quickens and fills me with warmth
And I fall deep
Often this has been my misfortune
to have the heart so willing in my chest
thumping out the sweet infatuation
my face reddened and my hands weak
And I fall deep
For when I am enamoured and besotted
often other hearts beat counter-wise
and what may seem to be a common rhythm
was simply an error in the reading
And I fall
Do not writhe away from it
or resist and push against it
Do not mock it in fright
or recoil or fight it
Do not pretend it’s painful
or spit in the face of it
It is yours…
Take it gently by the hand
but make your grip firm
Look it straight in the eye
and make peace with it
Embrace it and most importantly
relax in to its warm sanctuary
It is yours…
Surely you must know
just what it does to me
when you walk about
and cast your glance at him
If you didn’t want
to hang about with me
I’d have just preferred
you cut the strings
What is this sweet intoxication?
travelling in the hot evening air
laced with spice and the scent of bare skin
the radiant warmth of cobble stones
Is it the heady smell of citrus?
drifting from windows all clad in blue
overture to the foreign chatter
the streets awake as the twilight falls
Did you smell my infatuation?
as you lead me down those narrow stairs
a smokey room with beaded curtains
mint tea and the sense of adventure
Would that fragrant perfume still linger?
in the gaudy fabric of the place
I doubt that it would stimulate me
quite as much as when we stole away
It is so very tranquil here
in the shadow of these great trees
laden with sweet cherry blossom
and a chorus of native birds
I can tread the footsteps to you
with no guidance or direction
between the fine hewn granite stones
your name etched in permanent white
Every time I am drawn to it
I the magnetic supplicant
hide brimming eyes behind glasses
wonder whether you are watching
and whether you’d be proud of me today…
It is the evening and my mind it turns to deep blue thoughts
and meditations on the mediocre day that was
how did we get here to this insubstantial subsistence?
why do we stay here when we know that this ‘aint all there is?
If we stay here much longer
our bare feet will take root
in this dark sacred earth
and we will never leave it
While soft sands have cradled us
and teal green oceans cleansed
there are other shorelines
there are more horizons yet
If we stay here much longer
our arms turn to branches
in this clean fragrant air
and we will never leave it
While fresh rivers carried us
and green pastures nurtured
there are many more streets
there are more expanses yet
If we stay here much longer
our eyes will become stars
in this breathtaking sky
and we will never leave it
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