each morning from a painted scene to a dark bluff.
you’ll try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much.
how it can seem as if you came here just to wait. years. knowing something then that you would later feel, at first illusive, later definitive. that it was your forever. the bridge was of time.
sometimes you just wait—your mind, your body and the silence. the backs of your eyes aching, but calmed with what will later be known as meant to be.
© r.e.l. 6/18/13
Featured in Feminine Intent on redbubble
the way you move
through silent instincts
i remember your words
to the space
that only imagination
and bodies feel
then minds are still
© r.e.l. 11/16/11
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 11/17-11/23/11 on the Promising Poets Cafe
to fill every gap
with each perfect
to be full
in your deep
as the covers of me
© r.e.l. 3/31/11
inspired by kundalini energy, induced by hatha yoga
posted for The Thursday Post on Ethereal Heights
Posted for Poetry Potluck 4/3-4/9/11 on Jingle Poetry