A Lifetime of Lotus Flowers

Thinking of your fingertips and soft kiss,

We are a fully expressed flame, an open fire.

When I miss you and you're absent,

The blue thunder wave drags me down,

until I kiss you again.

Then I am a raging lioness, a golden goddess. Ignited and lighted.

I hunger for the green bucolia of our youth, Croom Road and our imperfect truth.

When we unraveled a lifetime of lotus flowers thriving in the mud.

Unreflected in the glass, hidden in a humbled heart, a memory of our first and last.

Without you here to ground me, I have no roots.

An aimless traveler seeking the journey before the destination. Impatient.

Writing down the ivory of my bones, the swelling ache for you.

Love letters to a hopeless fool.

This fragile, paper soul etched with words that bring me home.

Back with you.