on losing all senses, but still knowing
i miss my everything.
having received the
ever so satisfying gift
of loving;
of lust and passion;
i feel awful being apart.
just a sliver of time left
until i get to be wrapping
my arms around you.
to be tucked away
in our little corner on earth,
seeking out the unknown, and
exploring the mesmerizing vastness.
i cannot wait.
but sometimes
i think it is wrong.
is that all i want?
of course not.
i know that i do
want to be beneath you,
leaving little kisses all over.
but that's not all i want.
you know i want more.
but to be quite frank,
i would be content--
no, i would be delighted
to simply exist with you.
we would be laying side by side,
breathing and thinking;
the closeness would ease
all pressures of wanting to
satisfy needs.
the nearness
is what i want.
if i went blind,
and all i could manage was
to feel your body close to mine,
i would be able to see again.
i would see how absolutely blessed
i am to be there with you
in your presence and all that...
and this goes for every defect in life.
being blind and mute and deaf,
i could still feel your fingertips
passing along my bare skin.
and even if i could not feel,
maybe the vibrations caused
by your handsome voice
and broad movements
would find a way to shake my core;
and then i would know:
you never left my side.
and even if the doctors and nurses
laid me down to rest on death's bed,
and announced to the world
that i am indeed brain dead...
when all else fails...
my soul will know.
so i would want you to know
that though i am dead,
i know you are still beside me.
