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I Want This. {poetry}

In today’s society, passion is one of the main things that fuels and motivates us.

Women who are passionate are either praised for their outlook on life and the fervor with which they live, or they are assaulted and called flippant or too emotional.

I think that today we, as women, are so caught up in both gaining and maintaining our independence that we neglect the other areas of our life that are equally important, like romance. We forget the dizzying swoon that takes place when our eyes lock intermittently with that stranger across the room. We want to choose to fall in love.

We don’t want the inconvenience of being swept off our feet. We want control, but we also want to lose control in the passion of the moment. Now, I’m all for roaring as a woman, but some people will come along and teach you how to roar with more ferocity.

The first poem below is about the dependence one can feel when they are utterly and willingly swept away. The second one is about the empowerment one feels as a product of being swept away.

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Till You

I felt adrift, anchorless in a

Running sea

Motionless,

Rudderless,

Alone in my anticipation

Then…

… you.

You — the sunrise to the darkness

That surrounded me

You nurtured the wild in me

Because

You had the same thirst

For purposeful wandering.

You showed me, without inhibition,

How captivated you were:

By my words,

By my movement,

And…

… by my very presence.

You brought me laughter, love, and longing.

Then…

… you told me you wanted me,

ceaselessly,

forever.

Blissful enchantment ravished me to the very core

Of my soul.

You —

My all —

Relish in me as I take refuge in you.

Take hold of my words and memorize them;

I Do will forever be the most

Breathtaking words that have ever parted from

My lips.

Not because of three frivolous letters,

But

Because of new meaning brought to them by you.

Without contest, I am forever yours.

I will challenge you,

Support you

And,

Most of all,

I will love you with a fervor

The world has never seen.

Till Me

Till You

Till Us

Till us, there was no anchor for individuals.

Since oneness,

We are the former evasive anchor,

Because

We anchor each other.

*****

This

I want sempiternal sunrises and sunsets —

with you to share them with.

I want lazy Sundays and hectic Mondays —

you make it all worthwhile.

I want the dirty dishes, piled-up laundry, and disheveled rooms —

because it’s a reminder that — even when I close my eyes —

you’re reality within a dream.

I want the palpable tension as you stare at me from across the room —

your omniscience about all my nuances takes my breath away.

I want the tired passport —

because of all the journeys we have gone on together.

I want the titillating monotony of sitting on the couch, watching television —

because your arms always end up enfolding me.

I want the tears shed over pointless arguments —

because, at the very least, they make me appreciate that you’re not perfect.

I want the excuses, late nights at work, rolling of eyes, your emptied side of the bed —

I want passion.

I want to feel the infinitesimal amount of emotions that comes with being loved and loving completely —

I want this.

I want the leisurely stroll to our local coffee shop —

because your hand always finds mine on the way.

I want the seemingly random kiss in public —

knowing you do it just because you can.

I want your fingers running through my hair —

because the result is chills tingling up my spine.

I want the spontaneous adventure —

because of your excitement to share new aspects of the world with me.

I want your copyrighted, quizzical, arched brow —

it makes me laugh.

I want to be the calm to your storm,

the semicolon to your exclamation,

the stillness to your clamor.

I want to be incandescently happy —

because you ardently love me.

I want the midnight stroll through the park —

because you explaining wonders to me is wondrous.

I want the astonishment that happens from the background as I get ready —

because it gives me the needed confidence to commence my day.

I want to give my heart –completely —

knowing full well that you will take care of it.

I want time to bring you to me sooner —

because life without you seems so tedious.

Most of all, though,

I want you —

All of you.

I want this.

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SeasonFaulkSeason Faulk is a middle school and high school English teacher. She loves to read, with a good cup of coffee or tea in hand. You could contact her via Instagram, where she posts a haiku, prose, or poem each day. She is truly excited about what the future holds.

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