caves generally don’t have a positive connotation
they too often remind people of dankness

musty moist mouldy environs
but in the cave inside me there is nothing but sunshine
and happiness and lush greenery
for this cave is but a repository for my joy
a nurturing place where creativity gives birth to art

i admit that meeting you
has opened up this new happy place
where the best parts of me want to take up residence
create odes to you that melt glaciers
and speak a truth that stirs the blood
comb over the deserts with a raking of our voices
and cause birds to harmonize with the lilt
of music i hear in your laughter

each pulse is a rhythmic response to a primal connection
that pierces my consciousness when i think of you

and i feel that though you are far away
my heartbeat falls into simpatico with yours in those moments
very similar to the first time we met
when a familiarity overtook me and you fit me
like the most comfortable shoes i’ve ever owned
that have taken me through the darkest jungles
over the driest riverbeds and rockiest cliffsides
and carried me as if through very little effort
into the satisfying sweltering heat of your breath on my cheek
saying little more than “hello” but
communicating on a level that

exceeds normal human ability to express
through mere flimsy vocal symbols we call words

so as i wrap my tongue around a phrase that tries to capture
your essence i reach back into my cave of joy
pluck a beautiful flower from the tapestry of my expression
place it against your ear and smile
and trust that vibrations will transmit what i’m saying
even though not a single word parts my lips for you to hear.

© A. Gregory Frankson, 2010.  All rights reserved.


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