When Time Has Another Meaning

I see myself as the novel and the author. I see you as the mountain and the volcano. You forgive and forget, I forgive but never forget. I love your originality. I love your choices. I love how you have made a promise to yourself to not spring over your dreams. You keep walking on the trails; back packing, idealistically living my life. My heart is ravenous for your human eye and your experiences although I have lived a life that has been a festival of colors, coats, realism, and sometimes disappointments in the half sculpted days. You create on your terms, write by hand, remember the title of the books, and spread yourself like The Razor's Edge main character at times. I on the other hand am half taken, half censored by the society's collective approval and theatric ratings. Sometimes it is overwhelming to recognize the idea of saintliness is to have one secret key to every door, to fear judgment. Then when someone like you, like me comes along, one is the forgiver, the overall agreed on reforming man, and one is the one who doesn't forget, then written words turn into frightening images to the nonbelievers, and the writers, resemble a craw wurm card.

Maybe when I meet you I can slip my arms around you. Maybe we can find a place to draw close. Maybe I can drink your portion of love, and maybe I can just love you as I have always ever since I have come to know you. I may be quiet in terms of conversations but I am not reserved in the matter of lovemaking. The truth is it is not so much the physical presence but the subtlety of your mind, your visions, your soul, your logic, the heart you have been gifted, and your sexual perspective that makes me want this continuous intimacy. You represent what time had intended to bring my way, another meaning to the biblical verses, breaking free of the feminism preaching in the Quran, and to finally be able to kiss by the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. Your presence is not a sketch of wishful thinking. You are not a windmill in a country where the unfair rulers are well aware of the benefits a solar system may bring to the people. You are not a weary suit and you don't dress to examine yourself only to feel strangely further away from you. You beat and breathe free. I love you for everything you are and everything you are not.