A matter of direction

It’s just a matter of indefinable lust, and

I paint your picture in my turbulent mind, and

as the storm grows stronger

and stronger – then

I start searching for my colors.

Hoping

Praying

that when we meet I’ll immediately embrace

all of you

when red mixes with nothing

and white with everything.

Don’t try to understand me

Please!

My colors are inexplicable

my inspiration of no concern

my eyes can see

but cannot feel

I baptize them grey, in waters of vague reflections of amber blue

devoted to some gods unknown

whom yet I worship,

sacrificing everything

I do not have…

Then,
when storm settles and my red becomes a pale something,

I submit to your beauty, absolutely

and let myself fade into

all of You!

Saying nothing

and feeling all

Touching everything

which I guess could lead me somewhere…

… where, again, I can specify

my floating domain

my uncontrollable perspective

the width of where I can head for

if suddenly I decide to

stay here

with you!