Adore

Adore. It came simply through the winds. Each step I pushed for towards home. Adore. What would it look like to adore someone with greatest passion and intimacy. To be as close as the air surrounding them. To breathe them and, in turn, they breathe you in. I adore…

I count each finger
significantly, infinitely
to linger longer
around you. I adore
you as though I have
entered a room
lost I once
where kept
all the pieces of my identity,
all that is missing
to complete each wholly part (that
which I would have
guessed was there,
but wasn’t)– the wonder
is in your eyes whose
beauty I am not ashamed
to look straight into (though
a million times I looked
away thinking I wasn’t
welcome, thinking I was
missing all this time)
I adore simply what I
have found to be intricate
in and around each flutter
of your eyelash that I
begin to pray for you–
to adore
in the same way
(as I)

-mr gahon 8/21/13

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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