New Poem: Untitled I

Words seep from my lips to your heart
My spirit speaks to your soul
Leaking secrets like faucets
We tell each other things that have never been told
Days feel like months
Months like years
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
But distance forged the connection that's there
Sneaking peaks at photos stolen
From online albums
Studying the place where Cancers and Taureans peacefully intertwine
Yet and still
I hear the phrase I know so well
"It's not the right time"
You feel perfection should wait for stars to align
For sundials to linger on new marks
Wait for the beaches to be funneled empty of sand
My tears whisper on your bare chest
Saying I'll always be there
Ignoring the fear that creeps
Like shadows tiptoeing on windowsills
Ignoring the murmuring
Warning me to be trepidatious
When bartering lust for hopes of love
I'm scared I've already made you mine in my eyes
Claimed you like my birthright
Like we were meant to give birth to the right type of love
Built on friendship, honesty, pleasure, and trust
I'm here at the right time to show you how wrong
Every other female was for you
Willing to up my frequent flier miles for you
So we can be United
Through US Airways
Use Delta to change your perception of expressing emotion
Our love could span the world
It could be Continental
And I Amtrack-ing down all potential ways to keep
Our future together on the Frontier
You've become necessary to my day
Healthy like an apple a day
I need you like Centrum
You're complete to me
If only I could ingest you daily
This way you could stay a part of me
Time and space need to bend for destiny
While I don't know what you see
I see hour hands fluttering
Moving at light-speed during nights we speak
"The right time" is relative
If you see something worth cherishing
Grab hold before it perishes
Because everything has a beginning
And in this situation
You determine how this ends
The perfect blend of lovers and friends
While whispers of worries work their way into your heart
I hope you'll help me hinder their existence with kisses
Let me take them apart
What you name bad timing
I won't take as rejection
I hope this vision of near perfection
Is not just a mental projection
A figment of my imagination
Or an image to be cropped
Out of my mind
For now my watch has stopped
I'm living in the now
Time will tell us the future
Just don't let time dictate when or how.


Copyright 2009 Shanelle Gabriel
Not to be re-posted or printed without the permission of the author