Answer me.
If I hadn’t come
If I hadn’t doubted
Worried, feared,
Lost my way
If I hadn’t have kissed you
If none of this were real
If it all had no meaning
If my prayers were in vain
If integrity were nothing,
More than a branch of the ego
And dreams just an excuse we use
to escape the eternally real:
pain, suffering, death, betrayal
If all that was good
was simply a lie
would this moment feel any different?
Here
Now
Your body so close
I feel the sweat of your pores
Entering mine
And this kiss? And this?
Would this then be heaven? Love?
Listen, every dream does come true
if you hold it close.
And there is a boundary
Beyond which ego cannot persist.
I want you to come with me.
If you cannot walk, let me carry you.
I want to show you what I have found.
A dream I had as a child has blossomed
Into a castle. You can have your own wing,
Although, I doubt you will need it.
My love, your dreams have blossomed too.
And all that is missing from their sacred grove
Is you.
Come.
Without you a garden becomes
a vacant lot. A castle: a nutshell.
It appears you’ve lost your map.
Let me draw one on your belly.
And, here, on your thigh.
It will all be clear
when the paint dries.