love. (x)

this is the last in the series of poems entitled... love. it was with great pleasure to have opened up to past and present writings on this very topic. it has also opened my heart in the sharing of my gifts and much more - gifts: writings, poetry, thoughts, choreography, performance art, dance and my music (the album is forth-coming).

i appreciate all of the kind words and comments of encouragement. i hope you enjoy these words and the adventurous journey that i am on. thank you!

last of... love?

Ah to kiss again... to one day press my lips upon thine.
This time these lips will prove a true gift divine.
I'll not cheapen, aye nay squander such treasure invaluable
Arguably, many see this thing unimaginable
That one would take it's intimacy back from pits of despair
I fear... not! Nor want what has not been given me
And so its stock increasingly rise, as dew's mist does daily.
Agree with me and speak truth; peek through this windowsill
And I implore not deny if but one kiss, on but one day will finally reveal.