My love for you is done my love,
My love for you is done.
I feel the warmth – reverberations of golden harmonizations beaming through my chest, to you.
My energy quivers – you guide me towards what’s true.
Relax and let her in, you say, for she is you…
For she is you.
I don’t know if I’ll ever reach the pinnacle you’ve found…
And yet infinities whisper of wonders, signs and sounds…
I let myself go to let you in, come in…
And stay awhile.
You dazzle me with your unconditional
Embraces over text messages and
Love poems written through sound-waves.
My heart, captured on the page,
You know me already.
I ask for guidance only
So that you and I can find each other.
Finish first, then love…
If only I could wait.
So allow me to express this simple profundity,
My connection to your essence grows like vines on brownstones.
Your extollations of moonlight shine through to my living room –
And alight my eyes, until slumber beckons my attention inward.
Let my heart dance with your soul.
I want to slow-dance with your non-definitions,
And taste the purity of your expression.
To share pleasure
And to embrace the ultimate perfection.
I’m reaching, my love, ever near you.
Though I may not yet be done, my love,
My heart indicates to continue -
You are the expression of the ultimate summit –
You have left behind that which tangles at my ankles.
Allow me to attempt to understand,
And let me be the butterfly to your ladybug.
I open picture books, and find you there.
Where are you not? For those are the places I will find, and love,
Until I see you there too.
As I close my eyes to rest this eve,
I wish you sweet dreams,
And embrace you
In my mind, today.
At your door, tomorrow.
I know you.
I know you not.
I know you.
I know you not.
Baby, on this special day, I don’t know whether to send you chocolates or flowers. Fancy dinner or impromptu kisses for our stay-at-home adventure.
On this first Valentine’s day where I commit to loving you, even if I haven’t met you yet, I want to tell you a few things about what our love will mean.
Firstly, my love, we will be observed by men and women the same. We will show each other affection and the community will pay attention.
The rabbis and priests will mention our love at sermons, and the baker will discuss our love with the bread-buyers.
The teacher will use our love as an example in social studies class,
And the policeman will treat our love with reverence when he pulls over the grandma who can’t see through her bifocals.
The maitre’d will notice our love even on this day, in spite of couples’ embraces, roses delivered to the dining room table, and long-planned proposals gone right.
This day has been just another day for too many, for too long.
I wonder, how did you spend V-Day last year? Was it with a man? Did you dine with girlfriends and conspire to find love by this time next year (or did you swear off men for a night or two).
Last year’s V-Day I didn’t think of you in this way, but I was a fool for that.
Whether we’ve met each other yet or not, I simply don’t have the wherewithal to know. I have sent you chocolates and flowers from afar, but are you the one… that is the question.
Today is a manufactured holiday, and yet we treat it with holy seriousness, making sure to go beyond each others’ expectations for the perfect night.
As I write to you, my hope is that I conjure you into being…
You already are out there, but do you know that I am here for you, now, in this moment?
I want you to feel a love that wasn’t there before, and trust it, and realize that it’s mine.
What will we do next Valentine’s day, when we have each other and can count on our love not from afar but from inches away…
We may postpone the reservations and ditch the city…
We’ll drive to a backwoods cabin for a weekend, and I’ll chop us wood and you’ll prepare spiked hot cocoa as I build us a fire in the living room.
My love for you will long have been professed, and so we will note that the extra love in the air is from millions of lovers, of which our love plays just one noble part.
On a day such as this, how will we converse?
I will ask you pointed questions, but this won’t be new for us anymore.
We’ll give voice to aspirations for our mutual future, but this is of course standard fare between you and I, my love.
Mostly, we’ll smile at the extra effort the world puts forth to love each other on this day, for every day I’m with you is Valentine’s Day.
Sweet beautiful love girl, be my Valentine. Let’s find each other and lose ourselves in the eternity of our souls’ embraces. Let’s find stars and constellations to remind ourselves of the endlessness of our love. And mostly, let’s be together next year. With you at my side, and me at yours. I don’t yet know your name (or if I do, then prove me wrong), and yet I know you… here’s to you baby.
Happy Valentine’s Day 2014
You are my muse. I know you and I don’t… and yet I write for you. You probably felt me long ago… and knew not who I was, but you indisputably felt that I existed, somewhere, and ever so slightly, you started to adjust your body language to become in sync with me.
You’ve felt my subtle movements, but not until now have I spoken directly to you.
Are you in Detroit? It’s possible. In fact, chances are I’ve met you by now.
And yet still I embark on Saturday night quests to refine my mettle, for you.
If I flirt with a woman now, it’s so that when I’m with you, my eye contact resounds perfectly, and my voice rumbles deep where language stops and feeling erupts.
Every touch I’ve ever made has taught me how to touch you.
Every joke I’ve ever told has taught me how to make you laugh.
Every lover I’ve had has taught me how to blossom you.
First slowly, gentle, my fingers barely grazing your skin.
I make sure to touch you though, even when you and I linger in the grizzly’s den.
A gentle tap on your knee, a gesture towards your shoulder.
I touch you in safe zones for seconds, and then retreat as if our touch was nothing more than a fleeting memory…
Was that real?
Of course you and I still know.
I calibrate myself to your every suggestion… warmth, laughter, if I could read your thoughts I’d move myself in real time to react, ever certain to slip past your barriers and break past your defenses.
I am your Trojan horse of love.
And yet I come not to conquer, but to free.
To remove shackles that shaped you while you didn’t know they were on,
To lift your soul to spirit and feel you present, trembling for the first time.
I wish to dance with you in a social environment.
We cannot shy away to quiet closets for primal trysts… my only words
Or can we.
But if you and I were to find ourselves in a room with music, and merriment all around, then surely you would give me your hand and I’d twirl you and teach you that the best touch feels like nothing at all.
I’ll casually show you how to salsa…
I’ll awaken your hips slowly, like a slow sunrise that starts soft, and shines more firmly until you just can’t keep your eyed closed for another moment.
You don’t yet know the plans I have for you, and I…
We’ll live overseas for a time, and I’ll see you as the world does, a strong, capable, gorgeous woman who lives with self esteem and self control, who believes in herself as much as her man, and who trusts her God damn amazing abilities.
Allow me to disrobe you, that I may dance with you as nature intended.
Your favorite position is not missionary, or doggie, or cowgirl, but rather CEO.
Your moral compass steers purely against maelstroms of wind and snow and jealousy.
I’ll hide our romance until I can steal you away, for good.
This is no casual love affair.
Let me get close to you.
Image Credit: Riccardo Guasco