I forgot what you look like....

I am ashamed to say that I think I forgot what you look like

My fingerprints no longer recognize the letters of your whisper

Where has the yearning gone?

The yearning to write you into existence --all at once

I have spent endless nights chasing the Napoleon and the Shakespearean essence of politics --a new found love

I had an affair

Now you punish me

Leaving me to bear alone the scorching sound of winter on the tip of my thirst for you

Leaving me to remember your tender touch moulding ideologies in the depths of me leaving me

Leaving me to remember what it feels like to have you thrusting through my veins, in poetically sadistic ways

I miss you –my poetry

Now I throw myself helplessly into your invisible arms

Hoping that with this therapy I can find you as I did before

A gushing climax of ideas

An outburst of metaphorically "orgasmic" sentences

Feeling Einstein and Beethoven converse in my third eye when I write you into the chords of life

You were always the right key

The pause before the climax

But this is testimony that I still feel you

Hiding in wind of consciousness

Waiting for me to be completely naked with you

To write my mistakes and have you make love to them

I have forgotten how to do that

I have forgotten what that feels like...

How you took my insecurities and bathed them in the Nile of your devices

Iced them with fire

Turned them into gems

I have forgotten how to ride that journey with you

But I beg of thee

Hold my hands

Make love to me on the leaves of peach trees

Write me and stir me in the with strong bold, blood filled muscles

Stroke me

Endlessly

So that I can see how you have matured

Let me feel your maturity ... mentally

Help me to forget the feeling of neglect

To you to me

Help me to evolve from the teenage love affair we had

And this time ...marry me...