Dearest man of my heart;
I know that words from me are as insubstantial as smoke.
I know that my promises are one shade of purple short of black for I’ve bent and broken far too many.
I know that my need for you is an iridescent vibration of truth.
I know that I feel you, crsytalline, at my very core.
I know that weeks might go by without word from you but when that silence breaks it’s like the fertile smell of soil beneath a chrome-yellow sun.
I know that I taste that welcome sound of you like a flavor of air; hot, like sun-scorched blacktop.
I know that I long to be saturated in you; taken into the darkest of your waters until day sours towards bitter twilight.
I know that one day we shall dance beneath cotton sheets, graceful as starlight at the edge of night, for we, you and I, are meant to be.
I know that I love you.
Now tell me, love, what do you know?
October 23, 2007 at 10:30 pm
I know that I can never match your incandescent fire, or the concord of your voice. I fear that you will one day awake and realise that I am less than your very breath, that the taste of me is simply your taste for life. And I am scared that I may make that moment come too fast and that I will never again feel the deep peace of your presence, to know you are lying there beside me sharing our dreams
October 24, 2007 at 6:52 pm
This is my favourite poem of yours yet, Aidin.
Many thanks…
October 25, 2007 at 4:55 pm
“Now tell me, love, what do you know?”
I accept your challenge…
Your challenge to live,
to love and
sift diamonds
from coal
Paint the sky, hon!
October 25, 2007 at 10:49 pm
I swear, every time I read your poetry I feel we are talking to (about) the same person. It’s very eery, really… Your words always match my thoughts exactly, the situations so similar…
Beautiful words..
~Poe
October 26, 2007 at 11:11 pm
Ruinn, this is tremendous!
The reader senses that it’s deeply felt, but it’s also beautifully crafted. I guess poetry is a kind of alchemy where, by becoming utterly personal, words transmute into universality. This poem is one I hope you’re proud of.
October 28, 2007 at 4:38 pm
🙂
October 31, 2007 at 11:36 pm
What I know is what you know
And since we know
then that is all there is.
Again and again, Aidin expresses what the masses can only feel.
November 10, 2007 at 11:52 am
Ruinn…Aidin in a prior existence….you are the most underrated poet and philospher of our time. Your intellect and power of presentation are unrivavled and your gifts to us are like having the stars plucked from the night’s sky, gift wrapped with love and personally deliered to us. Love her, respect her and cherish her, for she deserves nothing less.
December 8, 2007 at 6:23 pm
I Know that I miss You