I once scoffed at the concept of traversing time on love alone,
I placed doubt upon my page and delved deep into the human form
It’s capabilities and inadequacies.
I tore holes in doctrines and ripped apart
I battled existence and swept through claims of denial.
And now I must take back such outlandish beliefs,
For my fingers feel yours and yet my eyes do not see,
My heart, metaphorical? No, my heart chakra
senses the very beating of your soul,
My sacral the very fires of your need
and yet, I am still to cherish your touch
my lips whisper of lifetimes worth of kisses,
Yet still I search the today’s for your taste.
I once scoffed at that which I never knew,
my path was still unwinding,
Karen Hayward ©2017