Voice Of Theory Poem by JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

VOICE OF THEORY

I woke up like this.

In my thoughts,

You have become a constant daydream rocking me to sleep just to be awaken with you sight.

Placing your face in my focus,
Hugging my cortex,
It’s so hard to ignore this.

Leaving lasting impressions on my mind.
Playing in the fields of my perception.
Whether it is or not supposed to be, it’s too late, you’re stuck.
Stuck in the crevices of my lobes.

Each moment of our encounters roll like oceanic waves slamming against the shore.
In my view, you and me, evolving in my imagination, creating fantasies that could become reality.

Elating my heart to those extreme ideas could be a setup for a letdown, so I calm myself down reverting back the actuality of the beginning stages.

The truth of the matter is, I can’t help but to feel you somewhere in my soul.
Tickling my afterthoughts restoring the best celebrations of what is was and can be.

How do I remove you so that I can move forward with my day?
I can’t because all that matters is you and me.
Why?

Call it fast, rushed or whatever but there is no helping that this, within me is happening.

I need help to control this.
Maybe if you gave me a halting statement, it will reduce the amount of affection building up.

Who knows it may not happen tomorrow but I love the attention of the right now.
Am I wrong for having this voice of theory?

JenOfPoetry 'Metaphorically Speaking'
7/29/15