all of the above, freely.
He called me his Sunflower
Ownership at the loosest degree
He would take off his glasses as to peer
those intense eyes into my memories
The innocence and curiosity of what this love could birth
Is it really love though?
He would question my well-being every time he felt a shift in my energy
The atmosphere was never too hostile that we could not succumb
to each other’s kisses and apologies
We both knew each other
Somewhere deep down the walls we built
to protect our hearts from the other came down
Swiftly to the sweet aroma of a fresh start
A fresh start like when the sun decides to shine
while the sky cracks open to quench the thirst
of those who desire to see new blooms
His Sunflower bloomed because of his willingness to break the dam
The dam that held all the energy she needed to grow
She saw him
He saw her
She admired him
In all his majesty
In all his mistakes
In all his temperament
She knew he would change her
He found her intriguing
Taking all of her in everyday
He would leap and jive when he saw her face
She saw then that he would never lose his excitement for their love
Questioning this love is abominable
Many fail to feel this way
Although rough and ragged
They knew somehow that they could not be without the other
Silence was not an option
Giving up all that was normal for them
They were willing to melt into each other more everyday
Melting until one, as if not,
the other would fall back into the darkness that kept them from each other
The darkness that entrapped their willingness to love aggressively
Exposing the soul
Exposing the other easily
Bowing to each other placing Crowns every rising Sun and Cloudy Sky
Wanting to lay in bed all day with no responsibilities
No urge to leave the other
Not only in their bare nakedness but in their own world
Time ceased to exist
The cosmos lined up perfectly for their enjoyment
Retrogrades did not phase the underlying beasts
enraged by the need to be released
Released to love freely
Sunflower loves Her Sun
She follows Him as He Rises and Sets
Blooming and Closing at his command
Not knowing what the next day will bring
Optimistic and Trusting that Her Sun will Rise again
Setting to only Rise
She somehow became the reason for the Sun to show His face
Her Seeds fell to the ground when He hid behind clouds and chilled winds
Frozen in fear of this new environment
What has come of my Sun? Asks Sunflower.
Has He abandoned me? Where has He gone?
Does He leave to re-energize the very coils that I follow so vulnerably?
He must miss me. Why doesn’t He miss me?
Too long you have been gone Sun.
Please show your face, so that I can follow you as you Rise and Set.
Your energy is my growth enzyme
My purpose to bloom
My name and calling. I am your Sun flower, Sun. Your Moon when you cannot Shine.
Your rain when you need to hide
Your wind when you need to be free
Free from the cumulus clouds that thunder under pressure
Negative and positive ions that clash to make lightening
Your smoke in your lungs
Your lips to kiss
Your hands to hold
And your heart to miss
I don’t deserve to give you seeds
Time was not on our side
Thank the Universe for its ignorance to the clock
Thank the Walls that broke down to this love
Thank the Stars for your cosmic incombustible energy
Burning through my soul although miles apart
In the sky we are one
Creating a dark hole that only sucks in what is needed
Needed for our survival
So is it really love?
Answer is all of the above.
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