love somewhere, sometime.

whatever it is i wish to say so eloquently, so deeply passionate that your skin blushes...
seems to already have been said. when i close my eyes i see a mouth with perfect lips searching for mine in the darkness, an embrace i remember anywhere, through lifetimes the love has been true... still i am waiting for our reunion, i cling to fragments of self i have collected and desperately try to stitch them together to make a whole person, someone with likes and dislikes, hopes and dreams. but i am none of those things, i am a creature of the star dust from the beginning and the end. existing. not watching the clock ticking on the wall with nervous anticipation of what will be. just watching. i watch the clouds streaming through the blues and greys of the changing skies, the birds floating on the invisible winds, and the currents pulsing under the surface of the blue blood of the ocean. i have nothing new to add to this life, not which has already been said or done. i realize the only originality ill ever know will be the love i risk exposing. the boldness of my love will deliver me from the confines of this meager existence of human being. i sit in the seat of 1000 petals of lotus flower, then, now, and always. i feel the distance shortening between us. the great return, i am ready.