i know i’ve never been here before
not right here
but this space feels like
being inside you
floating above
maybe through
who am i now but pieces of you…
© r.e.l. 10/08/16
i know i’ve never been here before
not right here
but this space feels like
being inside you
floating above
maybe through
who am i now but pieces of you…
© r.e.l. 10/08/16
You are an enigma.
This is about you
and the secret you keep behind your eyes.
It’s unreal to me that you could be there for me.
I see your smile
when you look at me from the place inside you
that is for me,
in the moments when we are touching
or even speaking
as if it’s not happening
when it’s what I want the most
to be cherished by you.
You can’t hide that from me.
It’s not unreal.
When you come to me, I see you with a sixth sense.
You have words but are silent.
I can hear you with your eyes that are blue and clear
staring into me.
Just a tilt of you head
as you hide behind your glass halfway
is enough for me to see
all of it.
My breath is gentle as you come closer, seconds taking minutes.
We are in slow motion and I want that to last.
I want to continue to see your heart beating…
You are more real to me than most things.
I want you in a precious way.
A world is formed
without speaking,
not desperate, or touched with broken hearts.
I don’t know what time it is and it doesn’t matter how long we are here.
I can hear you behind your face that cringes
with the power of the world on your shoulders
against us.
I look into your eyes.
I want to know the secret of you
but you won’t tell me
so I find it
through days or weeks,
through many words and senses.
I can hear you still
even in your fingertips
that lightly brush against me.
You want me in a way that I hold dear.
I believe in your conviction
to your heart
to your trust
and you won’t lie to me.
I find it through the pauses between sentences, unwritten
or smiles that you can’t hold back
(and lips that know me).
I want to sit next to you and hold your hand
and know you are near.
I want to take care of you,
your emotions, your world,
as if I am holding your hand to help you think.
I don’t want you to ask me questions
because you already know the answers.
I know you are near even when you aren’t.
We already have many questions
with responses
throbbing inside of us.
I want to take you home with me
and get tangled in memories, in us.
© r.e.l. 12/14/14
Published on Rebelle Society 1.3.15
Image source: unknown
All I am is because of you. These wheels that turn are dedicated to your presence, as your eyes—across waves and time—have been on me.
You kept me honest, and kept me brave. I became someone because of you. Do you want to know how? I will tell you if you promise to walk by my side.
I want you to reknow me in the present. I am a person more flawed and more sensitive and consumed. In this you will truly know me and all that I have become. My experiences have become me.
Sometimes I sit and wait, always watching, never veering from the inner smile that makes up my insides and only sometimes shows on my face. In these moments, I am content and I want you to feel—actually, I know you do—my moments.
Maybe it’s the wind that captures me or leaves flying through the air, sometimes landing on my toes, that allow me to know that you know. It’s not as if you know it all, but you know when. Not exactly what, but that yes, you feel me in this moment. I know it is shared.
You know how to feel my moments.
writing inspired by The English Patient
[Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part seventeen Continuing on from between the letters, part sixteen in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, the space to find the words needs to be opened, calmly with confidence.. Part eighteen in my Behind the eyes of a writer™ series is next]
© r.e.l. 11/11/13
Image source: http://thebestgardening.com/maple-seed-deception/
Featured on redbubble’s VaVoom
Featured on redbubble’s Feminine Intent
submitted to The Poetic Bond IIII 7/12/14
what would you write to me if you could?
would you say what you feel,
what is real?
would the world spin
to a place
it hasn’t been
for you
for me
so we can understand…
what would you write?
tell me
© r.e.l. 10/3/12
posted for Thursday Poets Rally week 76 10/31/12-11/7/12 on Hyde Park
posted on Medium 3/18/14
forever in a second
i realize
that i love you
like the breath
we share
in a mystery
time set free
remembered
and then i’m aware
that evermore
is a long time
ineffable
smile with me
© r.e.l. 7/2/12
image of yosemite at night by simeon schatz photography
a
single
embrace
a touch
can help you build anew
…although vulnerable
as pieces inside of you
are ebbing, are fading,
you learn how to be alive
resilient, supple
and tiptoe forward
soles to the earth
step by step
to prize your beautiful
life
© r.e.l. 6/10/12
[also posted on redbubble]
your path knows
i heard you say last night
while you were breathing
i vow now
i promise
to include you too,
little soul inside
i hear you
as honest as blood
flowing
it will happen
in the way it needs to
in the most unexpected
moment …
pass into the rite
it’s magic
© r.e.l. 6/4/12
image by by cricketw, Redbubble
posted on Micropoetry (partial)
your layers
exude
your form, solidified
a story of strength
untold
awaits
the test of time…
rolling
seeking
its mastery
within
as its mystery
hardens…
softens…
then floats
you carved me, you know
valleys breathing now
thank you
stay with me, you say
i can feel you breathe
© r.e.l. 6/1/12
image by s i m s h a
posted for Poetry Picnic 6/3-6/10/12 on Jingle Poetry
before you knew me
i felt you …
knowing me,
piercing me
to the core
with a secret
unspoken
let me know when
you’re ready
to do it again
remember, i’m your innuendo
© r.e.l. 5/5/12
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 5/6-5/13/12 on Gooseberry Garden
it would seem
that as it goes
there is no
color before the storm
we stand together, all good
with wonder
is there another way
that’s right
to shake my mystique?
speak to me now
in the only way
you know how
© r.e.l. 4/8/12
image by simeon schatz photography
Posted to Poetry Picnic 4/8-4/15/12 on Jingle Poetry
in it
soon after
for the first time
when our paths
lead to
how right we are
on our wood path
to us
© r.e.l. 1/23/12
Posted for Thursday Poet Rally 1/25-31/12 on Promising Poets Parking Lot
Thank you, Ava, and poet community for the Perfect Poet Award 🙂 I accept. For next week I nominate Poetry Road
floating…
yes, on me.
what?
you see me now
under waves of light?
how?
i thought it was dark
it is.
© r.e.l. 11/5/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/6-11/13/11 on Gooseberry Garden
when i cannot
put a word
to it…
when i know it is
creeping
along inside its own
skin
when you have no idea
and float away from seeing
its polar opposite
in you
for me
© r.e.l. 7/30/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Potluck 7/31-8/6/11 on Jingle Poetry
between spaces of time, misty
you start to believe
that you always have time
like a river
a precious you
is waiting to notice
in this moment
saved for you
see through
what follows you home
to be your pillow…
a winding path
on a daydream
leads to your smile
it’s already for you
to hear,
so listen to its whisper
you are beautiful
© r.e.l. 9/22/11
image of yoga robin™
by s i m s h a
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 9/21-9/27/11 on Poetry Palace
connect with me now
in your mirrored
reflection
where a thought
can send
just a ripple,
transfixed
send me a part
of you
in the place where
we touch
the same wind
© r.e.l. 9/17/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/18-9/24/11 on Gooseberry Garden
what i said
to you
for you…
does not
need
a response
anyway
© r.e.l. 8/30/11
Posted to Poetry Picnic 9/4-9/10/11 on Gooseberry Garden
Featured in Writing: Pursuing Happiness on redbubble
i k n e w
that i was
more…
than i thought
before
this moment
© r.e.l. 8/24/11
image skyee
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 8/25-8/31/11 on Promising Poets’ Poetry Cafe
i don’t know how
you do what you do
but you do it
every time
to me
a never-ending
way of being
dear mountain stream,
speak to me
as loud as you wish
© r.e.l. 8/20/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 8/21-8/27/11 on Gooseberry Garden