Jewel I Desire

Adventurous as I trudge through the jungle of your mind

Tangled vines of your painful past snake around my ankles

keeping me from my desired destination

Delayed in my quest by falling into well disguised pits of uncertainty

Determination and hope keep my faith in this myth alive

Dallying from the trail to find a shortcut to my desired location

I tried the secret passageway through the primal lust that inhabits all

Finding it was a dead end, causing me to lose several days and nights

that I could have spent searching for the ruby in your chest

I know you fear to reveal this spectacular gem to me

Afraid that I might ransack that which you hold dear

With each moment I remain searching it becomes easier to fantasize

precisely when I will obtain the most sought after jewel I desire

I will cradle it’s brilliance in my accepting palms

I will hold it next to my own heart,

gently inside my loving fingers

careful not to smother it’s beauty

I will kiss it with soft lips

Cautious of the sharp edges,

so they do not draw bloody droplets of their own hue

I promise not to devour this precious morsel

I will treasure it as long as it is within my grasp

Meanwhile, hoping it does not sprout wings and fly away,

taking my own heart along with it

Still I plod through this jungle, refusing to relinquish my quest

I am so close to what could be the end,

but so easily could be the beginning

I beg for a sign that I am headed in the right direction

Hoping that with a little patience, you will lead the way

sunshinegirl23 sunshinegirl23
36-40, F
2 Responses Feb 15, 2010

You are wonderful!!! Thank you for responding so sweetly and artfully...

Though I see you here, I've seen you before<br />
your words caress, your mind I adore<br />
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Though trials may come and lovers may pass<br />
I will follow your spirit as priests do in mass<br />
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I am neither of the cloth nor of the cross<br />
but I do fear that you may refrain, oh what a loss<br />
<br />
I do not usually rhyme<br />
because I suck most of the time<br />
<br />
Maybe prose would unfurl<br />
- the very heart of SunshineGirl