The bees have it. the birds have it.

This poem was written for someone I thought was my friend. There was great poetry written during this time of my life. Check out dreamers kiss, if you like poetry. For some reason, in times of extreme, I have these poems that just fester, appearing to me in dreams. Coming to me in voices that seem to be outside of my body. In waves. All I have to do is get out the Thesauras and replace a few redundancies. And I am thankful.

This poem describes, to me, how chemistry is so important in a relationship. It flips on the glow light of your soul. It also presents a pure blissful agony associated with the beginning of a relationship. The seperation that pierces the balloon.

sighs. my friend, he is no longer in my life. as life goes on, so have we both. *goes to the yellow pages looking for a muse*.

Lets all have a weekend getting to know someone better. mmmmmmmeow!

The bees have it. the birds have it.

the body follows the scent of you
its longing takes its own directions
looking as it has not eaten for years
never been filled to satisfaction

i feel your body beside me in a dream
the warmth of its fur and energy
not moving towards me but with me.
learning its curves slowly with purpose.

i don't know if that dream will come
to my doorstep or in my window.
or if it will always remain outside
looking up as a lover in despair.

but like a fool i will chance its time
keep my candle burning in the window
calling your spirit to join me here
in a dance that has already bound us

i want to melt into you, feel that heat
intent on your turns and troubles
wanting to aleviate your concerns
make you smile for an hour or so.

and let you show me there is hope
for anything beautiful to be alive
inside each others souls for now
winding ourselves tighter in that net.

memsahib © 2005