there is poetry

in your movement:

the fluidity

of

it.

there is creative

expression

In

the way your hands your body caress the air

I watch your lips

your lips

either still

or moving,

the corners curving upwards

or straight across

making my hands my lips jealous

are you even speaking?

I can t hear you

Because I’m stuck on your lips

your hips/

how they move so unintentionally

strong but feminine

As if no one was watching

Is this what bliss feels like?

The beginnings of love

Hopefullness.

Anticipation

Of what is around the corner?

I hope

The road I’m on

Is the same road you’re on.

There is poetry.

Your words are matching mine

How did you know what I was feeling?

Your kiss is like poetry

Match the words my lips are forming-

Can u?

Pressed against yours

L o v e .

I pray

That the road I’m on

Is the same road you’re on.

-alexgeorge

(and) there you were

in my search for someone to complete me
(i prayed for you
) & in my search for that missing piece
         to the puzzle that was my life
( i prayed for you
)  beyond laughter
             happiness
             on the outside looking in
             and watching friends take for granted
             what I hold so precious
(i prayed for you
)       I am asked for advice
            what to do to fix a relationship
            what to do to maintain one
            or attain one,
            and being shown gratitude for telling and doing the right things
(i was alone, and i prayed for you
        i needed substance, and
(i prayed for you
)       not knowing that you would appear
        before me
        looking at me
        as if I were the answer to your prayers
                as well
        as you were/are to mine:
        in my search for
        someone to step up to the plate
        to, at the very least, not show indifference
        towards me
        and to care enough to want to fight for me
        though I am opposed to violence
(i prayed for you
)       & there you were,
        with someone else.
        I knew I had to fight to get you.

        I wonder why it took so long to find you?
        Was God waiting for a time in my life
        When I would appreciate you more?
        He was right.

I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed  and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and

here you are
(Thank You) 

-- alexgeorge