immortal

Harlem’s Photograph
(or why I look at you that way)

every glance a photograph,
last time I and you.
looking and seeing, seeing and re-seeing
trying to get to the truth of you.
I peel layers in search of your essential being
one moment, immortalized,
passionately upon my soul
I am left bewildered, in wonderment
with the awe of you.
silently, inwardly, I cry
I am transfixed, paralyzed by your charm
you continue to baffle me….
my eyes thrown back in thought
I allow the memories of my gaze
to experience the most profound
sense of ecstasy I have ever encountered.
divine intimations of love
and impassioned sensuality of emotion
blend, meld and merge,
overwhelming me when I look at you,
when your eyes meet mine.
you, you have become my muse
every glance a photograph,
last time I and you
colorful words stain my journal
to create my heart’s desire
my heart beat etches sketches of divine manifestations
which seemingly escape my dreams
fall upon your lips
and become my reality
and I, well,
I shade the outline of the obscure,
walk in your footsteps
which lead to the shadows of my mind
and meet you there….
we hold hands and dance
to the melody that stills murmuring beats
and amplifies our silence.
damn, where did you come from?
your essence, basic black and white
embossed upon my psyche
captured in sculpture
the shape of my heart
frozen in time,
yet continues to beat to the rhythm of your smiles
in your absence, it echoes the beat of the rhythm of your smiles
your voice my harmony
you, a song I continue to sing
you, a poem I continue to recite
you my mantra,
a soothing incantation
you leave me breathlessly spellbound
every glance a photograph
last time, I and you
I taste your kisses in the breeze
and smell you in my dreams
I savor your essence on my palate
you a fine wine,
intoxicating.
may I sip your spirit?
as I know no other way to show my love,
my unyielding adoration toward you.
every glance a photograph
last time, I and you
one moment immortalized upon my soul
I see you in love
I see you, love.
my fingertips trace faded silhouettes
which once captured you
my arms caress the waning imprint
of what was once you
heart heavy as I miss,
and long for Harlem’s loss
my eyes will forever drink her beauty
she burned in my memory for eternity
arresting the motion of undulated grace
my admiration
an original, one of a kind
every glance a picture perfect photograph
last time, I and you…

kdtaylor, 2007

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