Knowing
you
is knowing
the power of coincidence
and the
essence of happiness
which is so obvious and
dumbfounding when you
do the smallest
things that no one else would notice,
to acknowledge me.
It's in the identical scars
on our worn knees
that will make me remember and wonder,
all my life
about the things that could be, will be
and please,
I hope you will too -
the sneaking into other people's
secret places; abandoned houses
filled with memory and pain and
happiness and life
all empty and mysterious
with room for us to wonder,
the secret places that
provoked the natural
opening of ours
with smelling of hair,
of sweat, of wetness.
the
complete microcosmic, blissful feeling
of knowing someone so similar and so
coincidental and so open to my insecurity.
feeling
so
helpless,
yet so
in
vin
ci
ble
falling into your secret
places-
the silent staring into
oblivion's unknown signals of stars
wondering if this could be real
and giving us ethereal
recognition
is everything
we know
and
feel so strongly.
I rush to you
like i rush to my pen and paper:
hopefully to express something
that you are to me.
yet, you are so inexplicable,
sometimes it feels more right
to keep you that way
and to hold you close
in cosmic
mystery.
and to that mystery,
the answer is everything we
can be
and everything we are
in common,
together,
looking at this gift from chaos,
looking at a chaotic, confusing world
and
smiling. |
Submission Name: Secret Places
