#soul connection

To my darling,

Would it be that the only thing
that binds us now
is our inevitable death,
at least it will prove right
the soothsayers, saying
we would have something
that lasts.

—
16-5-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

I wish I could complicate things;
Psychoanalyze the deep aches
To oblivion; cut the strings
That tear at my heart till it breaks
Again, so my soul awakes
Again, to say I can’t obscure what’s true;
Favoring layman’s terms:

I still love you.

—
15-5-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

You,

Sought solely
With the eye unspoken; blind
To light, yet in
Darkness, omniscient,
As black is the canvas
Of veracity.

Here, flow
The colours of the
Soul, awoken,
Shift-shaping nebulae to images
Exemplifying constrained
Desire;

All swallowed in fearful
Ferocity
By maw of mind, and shards
Of heart, broken; glass needles; my
Fanged cognizance.

The serpent cannot
Dream
The priory,
Therefore, it cannot
Drag its relics down dark mire
Where, coiled, the timeless truth
Stays out of view.

Where solely a blinded eye
May see, I seek fire,
To watch it flicker and dance
Till it shapes
You.

—
13-5-2022, M.A. Tempels

Ever-light, lingering past abandoned stars,
Veil, nor pall, ethereal, could obscure you;
Eternalized, you are, in guarded memoirs,
Reigning my cognizance; forever renewed.
You verily meant everything to me;
The sheen that I behind all that glitters see.
Heaven and hell were equally divine
In life lived as yours… when you were mine.
No dejection could ever taint that time grim;
Gone you now are, but not true love’s hymn.

—
1-5-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

Beyond

It is to peer across the ocean,
Or through thickest forest, as far as you can,
Till the unknown sparks imagination
To fill in the gaps, and colour them grand;
It is to conceive what outlives the lifespan
Of stars, we guess, shine, beyond our view…
Where naught distorts love,
I find only you.

—
30-4-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

You are the night;
The intimacy of the quietude, obscure.
You are the interplay
Between subtlest shadow,
And light,
Most docile; a hint of fingers, playing;
Interlacing under covers.
You are the moon’s pale
Bosom; a softness
Wherein the loudness of day
Fades to mute, interchanged
For a dream’s
Tintinnabular prelude.
Emollient
Is your touch,
Scarcely more than ethereal,
Yet substantial enough to lift
And cradle, as such
Delivering sensations of levitation.
Your kiss is not the light of dawn
But an endless stargazing. All existence
Fades in your presence,
Stripped
To its dormant unimportance.
And love, already considered
Your second nature,
Exposes itself as your baseline;
The foundation
Of a realm beyond
The imagination, or in any case articulation
Of scholars, and poets.

—
24-4-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

sensualcuriosity:

For some reason that I don’t know right now I don’t want to let you go… My heart still waits for you…

sensualcuriosity:

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Jabari Brown 2022 Gym

how shall i hold back my soul from touching yours?

Soul Taker