Ideally…

We think we have the ability

To spin chemistry into compatibility.

Sparks fly, fireworks erupt;

In the beginning, before happiness is corrupt.

How can we ever be happy without trust.

That and mutual respect, to me are a must.

But ok..what's this poem really about?

I guess we'll wait to find that out…

It not about the past…but the future;

When our wounds finally have sutures.

When we can open our eyes in vulnerability,

In the face of grave hostility,

Without fear, distrust, or misgivings;

When sins are finally forgiven,

When love becomes more than a craving,

Call me an idealist…but I hope I'm not mistaken.

If the way she walks makes you restless,

the scent of her perfume leaves you more than breathless,

and she feels the same about your finesse,

the oomph is insane.

But what's the point without longevity?

Before you know it, you're missing the affinity.

What if passion bleeds into compassion,

and self is out of the equation,

Then affection becomes indescribable…

it morphs into something unbelievable.

Not only for the heart to experience,

But the mind, the body, the soul, the spirit.

Yeah…I guess I'm an idealist.