The Words I Will Speak

Lover on a Mountain Top

I could have stood here for a thousand years
Waiting for him in the scorching sun
My pink skin turning bright red
As I stood a top the small cape glass covered rock
In the middle of our small, enclosed town.
The rays of sunlight with the potential of damaging
My youthful porcaline skin
That made me more than I was to others.
The skin he enjoyed so much feeling
With his call used hand at night
In the pool when it was only the too of us.
Time when we were tangled
In each others limbs
Breathing the same air
Even if we weren't getting enough to of the life molecules
That allowed us to engage with each other this way.
It was quite possible that here in this moment
I could be lacking of his presence
Because I was grasping for air.
But then again I lack solitude
When he was meters away from me.
The sun was bright and the trees danced
As the wind blew towards the east
And the sun sets out beyond the hills in the west.
The west where the mountain peaks are jagged fangs
Praying on the innocent lovers
Who are to ill-advised to chose the mountains of the east
That have been flattened off by their past partners.
I stand on the peak waiting for him to come
And meet me as the blistering heat disapated
Like the clouds after a thunderous rain storms of the fall
Or those that follow the warmest day of summer.
I wondered if he had stopped loving me
When the sun had risen at dawn
And birthed the first of the Holy light
That nourished every soul that belonged
To the owning force of our lives
That hide above or simply in the calculation of time.
That he had forgiven those who had wished us apart
For the sake of their personal expectations and wills.
Maybe he had come to long for
The wishful daughter of the baker's wife
Or the handsome town's men's silversmith.
The first stars came to bid their greetings
Accompanied by the whole hearted moon
It pores darker than the space
Than the space between us