The sun is peeking over the horizon, but I am already awake.
She is next to me.
Her skin is hot.
Like even while at rest, the stardust in her composition spins and turns
Replenishing her magic.
Because magic she surely is.
She sparkles and glows.
The proof is in her smile.
If you sit a while
She’ll show you.
But you’ll have to be patient.
She only shares it with a
I saw it right away.
Not the smile
That came another day.
I mean the magic.
It’s also in her eyes.
They dance. They invite.
They have a language all their own.
Which is important to note, because she won’t
With her words.
Of her heart.
It’s been broken.
I still don’t know how
And her eyes
While quite articulate
Only speak one language.
While well versed in the prose her orbs compose
Know that some things get lost in translation.
She hides. In plain sight.
She slips away
But there’s not a soul who knows
And I see
I see when her magic dims.
And how her obsidian circles sometimes fill with salty tears that become
Where her troubles swim.
Eyes like windows with blinds shut tight
I don’t know where she goes.
(Inside her fears?)
I wish she’d take me with her.
But I know she isn’t used to traveling with passengers.
And I do have a lot of baggage.
My load has gotten lighter as of late.
Her back supports a lot of weight.
That’s part of her magic too.
She’s the strongest person I know.
She’s so much stronger than me.
She’s able to hold all of my dreams.
And I dream big.
She carries me with her. She keeps me safe.
I wonder if she knows that she’s my way
I don’t get so lost these days.
The sun is sneaking through the window now, and I am still awake.
She is next to me.
Naked and free.
And I stir with her.
Her muscles bend and flex
And I see sex.
There’s magic in her skin
It draws me in.
Black as night
Absorbs all of my light.
But I don’t mind.
I’ve learned that I only exist to reflect the light she takes in kind.
We’re good that way.
The perfect contradiction.
Juxtaposing our way through life.
Husband and wife.
Darkness and Light.
We are the down and the up
And I’m hard.
But that should come as no surprise.
In between her thighs.
And in her cries.
And while she prays.
And when it’s my name
Over, and over, and over again.
Man and Woman
The perfect fit.
And with my need to water seeds
She is the perfect conduit.
She is the soil that I plant myself into
With deep roots.
And just like that
I am trapped
In the gossamer threads of the web
That is her voice.
I have no choice.
‘Cause while she doesn’t always speak
She sings to me
In melodies composed of secret dreams and fantasies.
I am her harmony.
And when we come together, Our vibrations
The sun is streaming through the window now, and I am wide awake.
She is next to me.
And I am her loyal subject.
Her valiant Knight
Ready and willing to slay all of the dragons that threaten her peaceful reign.
But she doesn’t need me.
Her sword is far from clean.
She started slaying dragons long before she knew how dangerous fire could be.
And even after getting burned
There’s beauty in the scars she’s earned.
Pain can be useful.
There’s magic in the way she fights.
Like she’s got something to lose.
A warrior. She battles
To the death.
And no matter which
Weapon you choose
She won’t give in.
Her only option.
She fights to win.
And I give thanks to a God I don’t believe exists
That I get
To stand next
This ancient Goddess of Love and War
In a new world.
Has been restored.
Logic and reason are the constitution we now uphold.
With rules written in her moral code.
There’s magic in the way she thinks.
And when I drink from her cup of wisdom
I gain greater clarity into the Me I am supposed to be.
Unlocks the possibility of tomorrow for me.
The future is a vision that she teaches me to manifest.
Our common interests
New members of a society
Where I am King and She is Queen.
We clear all obstacles
Real and perceived
That block the path that we have set for our happiness.
She plots the course
I pave the way
Understanding that day to day the need for change
Means leaving space
But her north is far more true than mine.
And that’s why I always get in line with her steps.
Surfing along the lengths of her mental waves
Is how I meditate.
She is my quiet place.
And I would sit in silence for the rest of my days
For just a taste
Of the peace
That comes from holding her hand.
You have to understand
The sun is beaming through the window now, and I am well.
She is next to me
Like a fairy
I think I’ll call her
Written June, 2016