Spilled Tea

Gold pt. 2

I wonder if you only
live inside thoughts of mine.

If you will only ever
exist inside dreams.

Your entity,
a surreal and swirling glitter
overwhelming my senses.

The realness unbelievable.

Love in its purest form,
and in its unyielding power.

Yet, you've been
promised to me by the stars.

Your skin has graced this earth,
your kindness a light upon it.

Have I only dreamt of a world
that contains the emotion
of a love such as this?

Shall I pinch the skin of my arm
and wake to a dulled reality?

Thus far, my attempts
simply leave a stinging mark
and delightful enlightenment,
my heart as ardent
as the last moment.

I am awake
and euphorically alive.

Teach me of experiencing
your presence physically,
when the palms of
our hands can touch
and I lose the ability
to think properly.

No revelation of your identity
has slipped upon me
and with no experience,
one hasn't learned.

The insecurity of
what is destined,
but hasn't physically
befallen me yet
irks the crevices
of my searching mind.

Trusting in the plans
of the stars
is the cure to
unwelcome thoughts
and the medicine
to my weakening patience.

Again,
I wait.

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written on 11/11/18