idealist

I long to sleep my days
Away in the warmth and glowing
Of validation, admiration,
Respect and desire.

Is that so much to ask
Of a life hit hard?
Of a tender heart that never
Caved but laughed instead
In a sweetness graced
By starlit hope...

She ease back
Independence letting
The man
Do his thing,
Chair, door, dinner.
While
Her hands smell
Like the flesh
She touch last night
She go
About her day
Humming.
Mmm, la la.

Sleep to my eyes late did the way find,
Elusive was the solace of night
Come only in the early morn hours when
I did rise to seek the day’s resolve.
Bone tired in quietude I ache the hours away.

Morning passes to noon and I am fair parched
In thought of your embrace warm.
How curious the emotions your logic did rouse.
I had not thought myself in need
Until the noting of what was indeed lacking.

The thirst, the quest set aside a while in lieu of life
For all I want is to write and love
Then die knowing I did achieve the best of it.
With fall the pilgrimage will come
Again in hopefully more tranquil a setting.

Soft the heart sinks lost in worry
She is afraid but won’t reach out

Echoing against tides unturned
She wonders of the willing there.

To the touch with eyes closed
Forms fit and she feels fine.

I
Quiet in thought
She reserves herself of
Worth and deserve,
Pulling tight into

Observance outward
Gazing. Eyes calm, blink
Accordance from a
Face of gentle smiles.

“Be cherished,” come
God's and daemon's chorus.

To which she breathes,
Serene and sighs,
"Oh lovely day".

II
Eyes and mind drifting weightless
Not for years has she slept in the sun
Of warm embrace and thumbs
Trailing in a trance. She was warmed.

Face flushed, aflame
I ponder analytically
Reading too much Jung.
The mind can only know
So much before the body
Starts feeling and the spirit
Is feeding off it all.