He Breathes..

He breathes..

Taking in the cool night breeze..
Occasionally  giving me a glance..
Distant, unattached, uninvolved..
Distracted by the pretty damsels..
Dancing around..
Carefree in their flimsy summer dresses..
He breathes..
Occasionally drizzling me with attention..
Spraying me with affection..
Continuously ignoring my longing..
He drinks me up and sucks me dry..
Then spits me out and stomps on me..
Before taking his leave..
All that’s left is a whisper of me..

19 thoughts on “He Breathes..

  1. …your poetry flirts with numinosity…go deeper into the interior castle…nice read…~~~~^^*^^~~~~

    the companions of kabbalah

    “….when Hod kisses Netzach, there Tiferot shines…”
    -dafree whitewolfe

    beautiful beyond articulation
    oneness ever strange always familiar
    a mystical truth tantalizes each mind

    pursued with the temerity of grief
    grasping for that which remains beyond reach
    an unknown joy betokening splendor

    daunting such souls as fail to persevere
    with unresisting saintly diligence
    as only not unknowing can fathom

    frustrated by carnal fragility
    each soul enables its endeavoring
    ever returns until such other finds

    weaving radiant multiplicity
    into a darker tapestry wherein
    each that one other unfolding enfolds

    simplicity confounds complexity
    as true love surrenders to purer love
    nothing persists unchanged amidst the shadows

    just unconditional love remains unchangeable

    mark emmanuel christopher valentine
    (© may 1, 2009)

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