Ordinary Magic Poem by Renee Marie

Underneath the skin and bones, this heart hungers.

Underneath exhaustion, this mind expands.

Underneath the dying hope
that we arrive on the same, shore,
I continue thrashing for you.

Will you ever thrash for me?

As I vacillate through imploding sorrow, all I want to do is stop sipping coffee together, stop swapping new dreams, stop planning our next adventure
so certainly devoid of passion.

I remain gripped in your coy rejection.

You'd rather do a million other things than delight in my presence craving your touch.
Are you really comfortable as a bystander to my perpetual cravings, as you remain exhausted by DOING and I in BEING undone?

Where is the peace in this calculation?
Why do I want you, STILL?
This is no ordinary love

© Reneé Marie 2016