The Sixth Element
March 3, 2013
I sat in silence, squeezing at the first fruit I saw in sight.
And as I crushed it,
Bruised, its tears bled between the angst collected in the gut of my palm,
And It absorbed my pain.
I wanted it all to cease
And every element known to man, in which I supposed I could survive without.
Starved my body would wilt, but with you, my Sixth Element,
Through you my being is infinite
My divinity and happiness
Defined by the mere possibility of being cradled inside the womb of your arms
For together, we are a monochromatic combustion of harmony.
But I lament,
For I have the feeling, that you are far away;
Your spirit near but your body,
It’s far away.
And as I watch the world roll by,
And fill my mind with ideas, materials and longing,
They all rot away;
Insignificant without you.
The sea, earth, sky, fire, wind, and you, my Sixth Element.
The crucial crux to my existence
You are my thoughts final burial place.
For no matter how busy this sphere gets
And I busy in it, will there ever be
A substitution for this feeling
Created and filled,
In what would normally take a thousand lifetimes,
By the life captured inside the streams of your rising chest
Your breath is my sixth element,
The released & genuflecting wave,
The tectonic shift,
The fearlessness at the edge of a cliff.
The exquisite point to which all else rotates.
And your skin, a road-map leading to the tip of your lips;
The place where all longing is quenched,
And where silence is arced into shapes only seen by me.
You have shifted the melody of the sun and moon
With my nights being consumed with closed eyed images of you
A kaleidoscope of possibilities trapped inside of me.
With my eyes, never asleep for you.
And my days locked in the knowing
That no matter what I do or how much I grab,
You are the only thing, that I must, I have to have.