(LOVE – Oil on Canvas by Michel Ditlove)
Be my bittersweet,
my never have,
never and always want to have fantasy.
Be the ever longing up my sleeve
to pull out on a rainy day
when love is dried up, wasted and wanting.
Be my can’t be,
my dying to keep and ready to lose everything.
Think of me with you,
carry me deep,
breathe my outside in
and draw me near as I do you
however far you are from me.
Dream me by your side upon awakening
and let me lull you to sleep
with my weighty invisibility.
Let my curdling heat linger on your skin,
arouse your thickening drowse
til you darken the conscious keep,
lights out of your mind.
Be my owner,
the idea of us,
on the leash of imagination
impossible to lock and cage
for wishes bait but won’t be bound.
Be my whisper’s discrete,
my here and only now,
for no past is ours but pretend,
no future to go there ever be.
My one true zen love,
be my soft kiss of the hand
that airily slips through mine
like a memory’s warm breath
upon the shadow of my nape.
Be my long lost lover never found
and not a care for caring til it’s gone.
Be the stinging sleight
and the honeyed finger slid in sheets.
Be mine of the moment gone for good.
Be my sweet bitter sweet.