It’s always the frequency of you
that I succumb to.
The depth of your essence,
the glare of your soul
it entices my being,
pulls my flesh through galaxies,
through constellations I never knew I belonged to.
This flesh,
drifting through space and time,
manifesting to the universe,
requesting, someday, you’ll be mine.
My position is too raw
for my opposition
this love seems predisposition,
etched in starlight,
woven into the marrow of my bones.
Through shifting riverbanks,
through currents of choices,
you linger
a shadow at noon,
a flame I cannot extinguish.
We move,
we bend through objectives,
we bend through differences,
and yet
in every fraction of a moment,
you remain.
And if my soul seeps,
if my veins bleed the weight of longing,
it’ll be my pain to reap
my harvest of fire,
my quiet despair,
my thunder in the dark.
Still
you remain.
Even when the stars fall,
even when the universe forgets my name,
even when time fractures
and the rivers run backward
you remain.
I have loved you in every lifetime,
in every breath,
in every heartbeat I thought was my own.
I have traced your shadow
in the ripples of my palms,
in the glow of a dying moon,
in the echoes of rivers that do not sleep.
And I will love you
when the cosmos forgets its own song,
when the planets collide
and the heavens burn,
when my body returns to dust,
and yet
my frequency finds yours
and I succumb
again, and again,
like the tides obeying the moon,
like the stars obeying the night.
Because you remain.
-Tara Simone™
