steve a. manolis poet

Primal Cause

 

Hardly a day passes that I do not speak to you,

Or you to me, as my heart races faster hoping to touch you

Or to be touched by you

 

My mind wonders off, to speak your name

To bring you closer to me,

Or me to you, yours is a love I hold deep inside

 

I know it is the same for you, you must ache at times

I know I do, in un-resolved desire

To be nearer, if only to place my hand on your face

 

Or to drink the tear that rolls down your cheek

Or to whisper that I care

As you must, so much more than ‘I love you’ can ever exclaim

 

Hardly a moment passes, that words are merely

Pencil marks on this paper, and you the primal cause

Of their juxtaposition

 

And you can read the evolution that they have taken

As the are as near to my voice as I can allow

But fall short for truer meanings

 

To know your breathe against the nap of my neck

Or the sound of your name

Lightly upon the palm of your hand as I speak

 

Or better, the sound of your sigh, a primal need

escaping into some moonlit eve against this summer’s air

aware of every second we are alive