What Is It? Poem by Faustina Marie

His smile invariably precedes my own
The tones of his voice are spices
A longing for him lingers in his absence
He is mine;
Words ambrosial to my tongue

He soothes and excites me,
Serenity so enticing
With an energy unmistakable
A fire so very surreal,
And I crave it
His face close to mine
Thrills at the thought
A desire I have known only for him

He pulls me close with delicate touch
Not demanding, just pleasing
A connection undefined, a feeling unique
A passion untouched
A perfection unknown
A want, a need, a pull, a push, a flight
An easy influence difficult to follow
I trust he won’t cross boundaries
I let him lead me on

The bliss lasts for hours after
But at length sobriety sets in
I still feel the rush, the joy
But the oblivion kills me
It goes against my natural self
And then the immortal word
Love
What does it mean; irrelevant?
How does it feel; like nothing else?
My other self steps forth
“Not love, you’re too young,
Don’t play the fool”
I dare not question her
I dare not want to until
He says he loves m-
Oh!
How sweet it is to play along

Just to run away for a while
Hide for an instant, an eternity
So enticing, so addicting
Lead me to the flames
Or else take my hand,
And Ill lead the way
Lead you to darkness
Lead you to light
It feels so right
So pure, so good,
How could it be wrong?

I won’t go too far
And neither will he
But that won’t stop us
From running, soaring
Even if circles are all we take
Just being is enough
As long as he’s close to me