WATERSFALL (one of my favorite poems what I wrote...)

I was on top of my world / she came to me like a breeze / I touched her flesh and it melted at my feet / what else could I do but kiss her and take her to my bed

she loved me with all the ease of a flower loving the earth from which its’ glory is born / I opened her eyes to the possibility of forever being consumed by a present passion / filled her lungs with a fresh air / even as she doubted her worth

I realized her yearning / I was her life / led her by the waterfall and made her love the ground we breathed together / winding her dreams through my fingers / into the mass of sunshine penetrating our bodies / softening like summer clouds / she could barely believe love happens like this

till time confirmed the actuality of our kiss / and space drew us close in its’ fleshy embrace / time after time after time / till all I could taste was her flowering / all I could feel was her passionate presence / the voice of her possibility echoing back from forever / the scent of her melting

the falling waters blinding my eyes / she nestled in my belly / and I caressed the curtain knitting itself between our bodies / time after time after time / as she accepted her worth

but now began to doubt the sacrifice of her sky / glimpsed free and limitless beyond my brow / the shadow of the edge of the top of my world / the crown of her future breathing passionately in the untangled sunshine / reality like a winter chill bit into our bed of clouds / she touched my flesh and it was brittle as dry wood

so she took my hand / and sad she said she had to leave / her life had grown too old and dreamless too soon / she knew the impossibilities and the consumptions of a too fleshy space / and though she knows a part of her heart will be mine forever / and mortally wanting / the needing of her lips must be apart and kissing other flowers

and I knew all this / I know all this / I told her this / till it was told and true

one final time we rubbed hearts beneath the waters falling / shook flesh in the sparkling dark spaces / then she separated the drops / like leaves in a breeze / like earth breaking free of itself / she flowers / she has flowered

and she was my life / and I loved her / and she was gone

Luke Bellwood