You Don't Say

You don't say...

I love you enough as if there is a contusion in your head 

waiting for it to be healed immediately but let me tell you

of no confusion or distortion that you are with me. 

Too many times I begun asking myself whether you 

are here with me or not but I can't tell how much I know of you

these days. 

 

You don't say...

I need you acutely enough as if to make things obfuscating

I provide myself a list of provisions to knowing 

whether or not you belong on top of that.

For what I concur with those around me I should offer 

more what I could give because it is a selfless act

that endures all seasons and times.

 

You don't say...

I care for you enough as if to make matters contorted or convoluted

I ought to prevail and keep you under my arms

because right where I need to feel you is 

found in between in this place.

Not too controlling or authoritative I find 

them to be of the inert skills of a past deferred.

 

You don't say...

I treasure you enough as if to make an introductions of flamboyance and brilliance.

When right here all along, I know you are far more than what is in front of

any audience. 

A show you are more than enough to case but to keep the guests entertained 

is not our prerogative but theirs alone.

 

You don't say...

 

...

 

Wait! Stop!

 

I say enough to know what those three words mean to me when I am with you. 

Are there not enough stars and universe for me to traverse in this soul dimension of yours? 

For how far I have to travel even wormholes will not get me there in a blink of an eye.

Rather it is the singularity where I find myself crawling back to your knees and have you where I want you.

For what time of day it won't matter,

because what purpose we have when we are the microns 

that which dissipates into space dust, only to collect once more

and give birth to a new life.

 

SO let me tell you this, 

 

"For such tiny specks we are, those three words are incomparable 

to what comes after because these tiny specks will continue to build 

into a life we only know is ours."

 

I need you is a quantitative matter when all you are to me is about the quality 

of your character, heart and soul!

What characters jump to mind when I think of you, 

compensates to what I know of what the authors, the artists and the critics 

have to say! 

 

From what I see in your eyes, 

 Imperfection- broken integrity yet cooled off those who seek past it.

 Brilliance - lights refracted then reflected into different dimensions I see them in the corners.

 Luminosity - as the dying stars that shine so brightest here you already brightened my life with a simple smile.

 

From what I hear from your heart,

  Rhythm - out of sync but continuously singing in perfect pitch of your voice

  Measure - for what beat and melody has so much to do only time will even it out when we dance.

  Harmony - seeking chaos in the time of our peace that I found my heart right in the eye of yours.

 

From what I speak from your soul 

            Language - unspoken words to cryptic puzzles I look for the longing answer as I love you ever deeper.

            Echo and Whisper - as to the sky said to the ocean of its beauty their tempests and tsunami speak of their love. For what 

            Secrets - for what I know of you, even the star oceans I gaze upon has me flooded head over my heels as I swim for your sky island I seek refuge of.

For what I numb myself to is the presence of you comfortably here in my arms at night,

as your sedative that loops me dizzily I reach to touch such figure of my angel

where the devil has me writhing in agony.

For what aches in my heart, I comfortably bring it back up with your drug that keeps me

rhythmic than arrhythmic and we shall call it music.

 

A trove is how much of you are there,

A cove is where we hide these valuables,

A map is where we seek in hopes of claiming it.

You is only you! 

The so-called collective of you can only be 

described by how many ways you 

keep me guessing.

Hidden paths, secret caves or false doors 

I find the directions to be of only one in your heart 

and soul connected as one.

Compasses, astrolabes and even global position satellites

will know that the direction to the center of your heart

is remotely away from any place there is in the universe.

For what I am guided by, it is not by the light but by 

the brilliance of your integrity.

 

So I say this to you,

A thousand ways to say I love you everyday is incomparable to 

the one day where I will say I love you once.

For it takes one heart, soul and of me to love you.

One heart to convince you that my conviction is 

weighed down by the mighty grips of what my life holds 

onto everyday.

One soul to find you home in the safe reaches of my arms

that expels out any doubt or confusion for your 

reach is the touch I need when we're together.

One of me because it takes a you and I to be a we 

in this place where we will be in this moment lovers 

of extraordinary moments.

Reviews

[nihilistictablelamp]

Beautiful woven, you're a sublime poet at that. Bereft of simplicity, you delve deep into my subconscious where I can easily relate to the words above. What you say is at utmost absolute truth. "You Don't Say," in my personal view, is the clear depiction of "I'm not appalled at all dear, and I am in the utmost determined to give you a piece of mind how long my love shall endure all storms." "You Don't Say," is a cry deeper than an "Je T'aime Trop! (I love you!)" It is buried within an aching heart that screams outwardly to its lover of years of repeated adoration that is left to tarnish and wither against the beat of an aching wind.

[Leigh]

You have told an epic story in short verse, very nice end line

[Sami Khalil]

You are talented indeed...:)

[Pryde Foltz]

So much in here. Whomever you wrote this for is definitely loved. Some deep thoughts and emotion here. Couldn't take my eyes from the page.

[Sami Khalil]

You delve deep and rise higher than the mundane...Bravo...:)