Our correspondence corresponds in thought, feelings, means, and ends.
I tried to leave the conversation love was having with me.
But,
In the process of exiting,
I realized you joined in as well.
The discourse grew progressively deeper,
too deep to climb out of.
The walls were too steep to hold a grip.
Now I glide and fall, I slip, I slide and stall the landing,
hoping it turns out softer than I originally anticipated.
But like gravity, love pulls you to its core.
Hold open the door;
don’t slam it in my face.
Let the landing be soft,
like a fingertips’ trace.
Don’t deceive me with your beauty,
for I will run into the mirror if not through it.
Do it right:
unveil yourself from estrangement.
You seem to have light in your interior, don’t lose it.
Shining bright, release my lonely soul’s enslavement.
Once love paves a way
the intellect can’t stay the same.
Once love fades away
the intellect takes the blame and
it’d be a shame to seek shelter, if love rains rays of warmth and comfort.
Let it melt you.
Let love reign and you’ll have her.
How, when, nor why does not matter.