Morning Poetry: in the afternoon...

I had a hard time deciding weither or not to post this poem.  Mostly, because I wrote it for and with one soul in mind.  But he got to read it first... and gave me go ahead to post his piece.  Considering the context of my blog... here goes nothin!

Feeling Foreign

How does it make you feel,

He says,

As if I know in my heart,

What my head alleges.

As if my head knows,

What my heart expresses.

But I am free to design,

The new constructs of my mind.

BUT Heart, heart, heart.

Not intellectualizing my emotions,

Makes them difficult to reach,

But I will do your bidding.

(Because I love you.) 

My body warms,

My mouth grins.

My heart skips ahead.

I am physically yours,

My composition ticks.

I feel like I am traveling,

In a space I do not know well.

Traveling, like you,

In a crazy world.

When you are gone,

You are gone too long, love.

When you are near,

You are never nearly near enough.

When you smile,

My Handsome man,

I get lost in your sapphire blue eyes,

For years and years and years,

Where you and I dance under the stars,

Where my head against your chest,

Is the perfect rest,

For your chin.

Fitting like a nail in wood,

Building and constructing,

The un-perfect perfect.

As we hang on for the ride,

Of life and love,

Mingling new and old,

And desire and hope.

But for now,

Smitten and anxious.

Mostly unknowing.

When you cry, dear one,

I want to gently stroke,

The pains from your brow,

And banish them from your heart,

Or at least help you understand,

That I understand,

That you understand.

Hearts break when you love,

It’s a chance you take,

Chances taken,

I take and you take.

When you grab my hand,

You grab my heart, boy.

I feel like an aged fawn,

Hunted and captured,

With ardor not gun.

And for a moment,

I can see my life played out,

In fear and fretfulness,
Elation and relief.

When I cradle your noble face,

In the palms of my hands,

I can feel this to my core:

A new adventure I have no,

Business passing by.

Shaking my foundations,

And building not on,

The sands of before,

But with stone and mortar,

On the mountainside of,

Fresh infatuation;

Considerate friendship;

And adulations that seem no end.

Not in my eyes.

And not in my heart.

I feel silly!

I feel silly,

For apperceiving so early on.

I feel bold and daring.

I feel the excitement of a child,

But at most I feel that,

Love in you,

And in I is by far,

An amazing trip,

One of the most exciting of,

Foreign countries. 

~Mme. Pamela McCreight 2010~