You know that feeling?
Where..
Movement is a festered tale among legends?
The sun's warmth has an added..
tinge of completeness to it?
Clouds seem to be..
.. driving the sky to dance?
Well, it wasn't like that.
Far less.. earthly.
Heavenly suits it better..
Angelic.
Deific.
I was confused.
But it was such a blissful state of misconception.
The sun glared upon are backs.
Inside our skin.
The sun's intent was made just because of what we had created.
Our warmth was ten-fold..
We needed it not.
The wind..
It sung to me.
And I understood it, barely, as nothing was vividly clear..
Or unmistakingly audible.
I was buried beneath an array of emotions.
That outlined the tips of my fingers..
the traces of our lips.
I forced at first, aiming to feel what I wanted to.
Until my soul relayed to me the beauty in
expecting nothing..
and allowing sensations to find you.
I found life.
With every change and dip.
Bend and pull..
Life became uncertain.
I loved it.
My lungs were filled
over-flowing with water
kept adrift by uncertanties.
Disillusions.
Hopes.
Vaccancies.
And as we parted I realized
how much sweeter life tasted.
Bound to burst within..
The lack of air and perception my high.
And I wished to be submerged again.
Breathless.
Her brilliance.. it called me.
(..it still does.)
[I'm not good at ALL with categorizing my poems. If you realize it should belong to a different group, please let me know.]
