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The Weight of gravity˛


I can't sleep tonight      
so I write you.
I write to alleviate anxiety        
from the day's events        
{nothing more than usual}       
and I write to you because        
yours        
is the voice I seek
to soothe—
your specialty,
which changes the trajectory
of a truly stressful day

oh how you love me to say

Writing you connects us
through merciful Gods        
much smarter than myself
Maybe- if you're quiet enough        
right now        
you can hear my thoughts,
wispy little murmurs
that carry delicate desires
dispersed across the miles

Feel tiny smatterings
of hot singes
speckle against your skin
embers slow smoldering 
by the fire you stoke        
deep inside me       

An incremental burn
building intensity
bursts wide open my yearn
flashing bright
flickering that grows
to a blinding sight
sharing my passionate rage
I want to believe
you see it wage

How flames dangerously dance
in a sort of Morse Code
of long distance romance
branded secrets lighting up the sky
like messages from a time gone by  
realizing the space of separation
means little
once receiving the siren signal
ushering emergent information
upon prearranged fires
love's unstoppable notification

My insolent selfishness
is righteous
with it's want for you
you surprise me  
flexing strong measured control
I am captured by your pull        
even in your absence       
even with our distance               
I feel your gravity      
I crave it's weight
like my body craves your complex touch        
I can't get enough        
of you

I know what our love means

Ferociously aching in between
longing fills my night's dark spaces  
from those very places
that only your enlightenment traces
I've found what answers my call
am entirely consumed
left in splayed wide open awe

I miss you
I've always missed you
If that's possible,
{I whisper again}...
 I.
miss.
you.

My body knows your it's meaning
my soul is mated to your reason
under the same moonlight
within the vociferous page
jagged in lights that slowly fade
across the desert's dusty heart
each night my hands 
impart a written art
curious about your happenings...

"What is he doing at this moment?"      
"Is he missing me like I miss him?"        
"I wonder if he knows
his mouth is my heart's hope?"        
(and my greedy cunt's number one fan)
"Does he think of me
in all the seeking ways ways he can?"

Sliver'd thoughts dart and dash
adding to my secret'd cache
each reverie that doth embed
runs quietly through my head

I calm myself
slide down into the dark
let dreams of you infiltrate my heart
folding in your free spirit's soul
my submission honed
balanced weighted by control

My pen rests—
I wrote it all
to you

let sleep now come



right on cue





Author's Note
©Blu2022
Gently fulfilling a desire to put out into the universe dreams of potential and possibility.....allowing hope to write it's own way.
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