The stillness of your stare could lessen a million mountains to crumbled bedrock. Infamous by now, the wisp of your presence as you saunter into a room could make even silk textures envy. Poets of man designate ‘sensual’ as your most appropriate adjective. Who can blame them? You reward time with a soul so illuminated by sincerity, the wayward wanderer would return home to refuge at your command. With enchantment, you draw the panic of an earthquake from my nervous limbs and you soften my actioned figure to play-dough.

Ears bear no purpose if not romanced by the lyrics of your words. Similarly, I bear no purpose if not to bathe in the depths of your deepest waters and ascend to heights beyond your bluest skies.

Who is it that pleased the eye of your maker so, that spirit would create a being as satisfying as you? Your mind, expansive enough to become my religion. In your presence, life’s greatest sin it should be to look away from your gaze.

Here, me testify — my weakness for you has stolen all of my days.

Vidale Barsir
Latest posts by Vidale Barsir (see all)

Share:

Share on facebook
Facebook
Share on twitter
Twitter
Share on pinterest
Pinterest
Share on linkedin
LinkedIn

Social Media

Blogs

Get The Latest Posts

Subscribe

No spam, notifications only about new posts, updates.

Explore

Related Posts

The Silent Tea Party

His was the only other bright Orange hat worn at the retreat, high in the mountains of Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts, over the Christmas/New Year holiday,

Power to the People

The time is nigh we, as a society, re-imagine the path forward.  If we remain clueless, divided not on our beliefs but on what Truth

Little Tulsa

It’s no secret, Buddha is my Prince. But it’s fair to assume Tulsa is my Baby.  Named after the city in Oklahoma which hosted my

Bullies

In striving to live a life of balance, intent defines the virtue of our desires. Yet, I believe that in standing up to those who

error: Content is protected !!