The love of a lost dream

She was a fallen leaf, in color;
a whisp of hair I brushed away from her face
so that I could see her eyes
looking away from me;
a kiss caught in a sudden breeze
that flew away laughing
forgetting what it wanted
because it felt just like a butterfly
dancing in the warm rays of the sun;
a reluctant water drop falling from her nipple
in the shower, drunk with letting go.

She thought, “I think you’re amazing…”
smiling in the blue light,
the hairs on her heart tickled and
rising ever so slightly in a breeze of electricity,
as she shivered nervously
just wanting to feel the warmth of my hand
on her shoulder;
a song, like a swollen cloud,
washing out her mind
and carrying away with it
any inhibition in its downpour.

Her eyes spidered up the back of my neck,
around to the front of my face…
resting on my lips. I froze,
awkwardly inclined, and stumbled against her,
siphoning the sweet incense of her presence
through wide nostrils;
breathing terribly vulnerable thoughts
through a dumb mouth;
and hopelessly hoping she would hear me.

The tightening that possessed me
drew her to me, and I clutched at her sympathy,
holding on to the seizure of my love;
wanting to enjoy the painful beauty of the moment;
enduring my agony to feel the tenderness of her caress,
if only barely…

But when I saw the moonlight on her face,
Her eyes wet and clear,
I faded, in awe,
Like an evening shadow.

The fear that a trembling, unspoken love
might be denied, I resolved to oppress
with a foolish desperation
to be free or else…
like the captured bird, in love with the sky,
opening its eyes and, seeing heaven, remembers itself,
forgets the tether around its ankle,
and leaps,
beating the air frantically,
until its last breath.

©04.26.2018 ebn