If I can capture the light
Your face sailing across
The table, the ocean, the sound waves
If I can hold onto the spear
Of it, the medicated flame lit
The fusion and rebirth of my senses
I’d paint it all over my body
Over and over again.
Perhaps one day I could have the physical expression of the physical manifestation of these emotions and slow motions.
The paint of these words caressing every pore, I could breathe this comfort.
Perhaps one day I will be holding your hand, feet solid on the ground, and you will know that I can not forget the light we breathe.
This creature, this rose is alive; keeps twisting its purifying ivy around me, the vines are my veins. You have become part of my blood; my muscles will always know you.
(Note: the photo is from http://www.fosc.org/Images/EnglishIvy/IvyOnTree2.jpg)