Empurpling Love....a MIC write #89

...
In the words of a long-standing romantic
....
as if life itself depends on the amount of time
I'm wanting to share with you,
I ask...do you even have a clue
how I cling suppliant-ly
violaciously
defiantly
reliant-ly
even giant-ly
to my want of you

Having taken all the lessons in,
mixing and matching all the places I've been
and based on my ratio of loss and win
I realize, baby.
I
am
all
in.

I l-o-v-e wanting you
With every ounce of passion left in me
Desire seeks to rend me
and I'm holding on to this moment
because everything about you....sends me
I don't even want to be free
You hear me?

I love 'clinging' to thoughts
of you and me
dichipering the adding,
multiplying,
and dividing
bringing conclusion to the equal
 of whatever
this
will
be.

 Excitement got me raising my hand to glory,
stomping my feet against the floor
not standing, not moving
waiting to write the next chapter
to our story
You got me grooving to my own heartbeat
ta-doon, ta-dum, ta ddaaa
ta-da
ta-doon, ta-dum, ta ddaaa
ta - da
exhale
inhale
ta-doon, ta-dum, ta ddaaa
I can't help it
I I I just can't stop
It's like purple ice melting from the house we building
just because we wondered
and plundered
what we could make,
and if we dared not...to put this love asunder
Brrrrrrr

"I got chills
they're multiplying
cause the power you're supplying
it's electrifying"



"There are those who fear - and even loathe - the concept of Oneness, because they imagine it means uniformity, conformity and a destruction of all that makes us unique. This is because they misunderstand the meaning of Oneness.

When people who understand Oneness talk of it, metaphorically they are referring to it as the orchestra to which the instruments and players all belong"



Would you could feel all this love
melting
down on you
em-purpling you
clutching at images of you
dissolving
evaporating
merging
thawing
fusing
into something we can both
be using
instead of screaming about
because somebody
been abusing
Let's make our emotional apparel
be songs sang like any season flowery carols
Sewn on
with buttons of respect, love
sensuality, nurturing, patience
drive, honor, communication
admiration
and every single day expectation
of what is left
until we reach
the bottom of the barrel

Believe in me!
Believe in me!
Believe in me!
Take a chance on me.
Make my day.
I want to be with you
I want to be
all you want love to be





Yes, I hear the tires screeching
warnings to be careful for nothing,
especially in love
Still these feelings keep calling me,
and while I'm hoping not to be
the sacrifice
for the last person's mistakes,
I want to be the light
that comes at the end of your night
when your plight is done
and the dawn begins to come

Only one thing I fear
.....
I just don't want to open my eyes
and find out
I squeezed the life out of love
until it resulted
in ablating love
out of my life









jakuper(7/23/12)