Reflection Poem by Samantha Campbell

Each
eyelash
wearing
the scent
of his lips
from where
he kissed me
upon closed lids
with hopes
that I
would live with
images of him
implanted
upon my retinas

So that I may
never forget
the way that
he speaks
the warmth
of his oxygen
impregnating
each pore upon
my cheek
with his words
as he whispers
intimate sounds
to my flesh

I want
to expel
the essence
of his breath
every time
my mouth
completes
a phrase
only to smell
his aura
overpowering
the lining
of my nostrils
for days

I want to
live with
images of him
conceptualized
pictures consumed
with his depths

See he
he has this way
this way of submerging
my heart in palpitations
that quicken
with each syllable
that he secretes
and I want to listen
to his sentences
play over and over
each phrase
stuck on permanent repeat
because my ears
can never hear
his voice enough

The way that letters form
from his tongue
seducing my seances
with his rhythmical verse
I seek to nurse his time
indulging the minutes
when I may call him mine
every passing second
seizing my air
because most of the time
most of the time he makes
it hard for me to breathe

He may not believe in me
but I see him eloquently
floating upon the winds
created by natures hands
and I hear him
I hear him in the midnight hours
when the nightingale sings
her song to the moon
I feel him consume
ever fiber of my being
as if he resides
upon my chest
molesting the gravitational
pull of my center core
and I adore his scent
the innocence of his soul
conveying the pureness of his heart

See he is the epitome of beauty
every excepting finger
that marks me internally
with nonjudgmental eyes
and when we converse
I envision him completely exposed
naked and stripped of his disguise
standing before me bare
reveling the exquisite design
of faultiness and incomplete
because he trusts that I will
embrace his deeply rooted scars
he understands that I
would never lower my face
as if he were unworthy
of my sight
he excepts
that I desire
to caress his light
and envelop his dark
as we embark
upon a journey
of learning the lines of life
that create each other

I want to take him
within my arms
on a level that surpasses
the intimate exchange of lovers
devouring his spirit with an inviolably
rooted connection so that he is drowned
in thoughts of me each time that his eyes
catch a glimpse or faint reflection of me

By Samantha Campbell