Have You Seen Her Write?

Have you ever seen her write? 

Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees?

I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve typed up essays to the company of her writing soundlessly behind me. I’ve found myself in a cafe, sipping lattes to the gentle glaze of her pen romancing paper.

She would write, and rewrite, and write, and rewrite, until she was satisfied with what had manifested onto the sheet tightly gripped in her hand. Then, she would place it, ever so gently, onto the table, and read the words from a slight distance. The words, the reflections of truth coming from the depths of her soul. Words of wisdom echoing the truth of what she may or may not have consciously recognised.

But she always loved what she wrote. Always.

And through writing, she always, always loved.

That’s all I wanted, to be a part of that, to be a part of the writing. To watch, to embrace, to collaborate.

To write, and to love.

Ever so silently, in the corner, across the table, under the sheets. 

I wanted to write with her.

And I wanted her to write with me.

To write,
is to love.

To be writing,
is to be love.

~M.G.~

Is It You…?

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Freewriting,
just to follow the flow
Don’t know where this story goes
With a finger and a thumb partially numb
Trying to come up with words not “dumb”
Somehow, my juvenile, young naive mind
Wants to journey through endless space and time
But I know that if I close my eyes
Yours are the ones I see right next to mine
What is it about you that has me mesmerized?
What is it that you’ve chosen in me to confide?
How, behind these walls you’ve melted can I hide,
When all I want is a moment to just…be mine…

Even for a moment, however fleeting
Even if it means dreaming, sleeping
Staying in a place that I can just “chill”
Just disappear with you at will.

Now it deems the question I always raise,
To whom am I writing in this place?
Is it you, my darling, of whom I constantly dream?
Is it you, my dear, as it would seem?
Is it you, my love, across the seas?
Is it you, my lover, across the street?
Is it you, my dearest, inside of me?

Is it you
whom I love,
is it you?

Who am I?

~M.G.~

Polyamory

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Don’t cry over me with your broken heart
I told you I was polyamorous from the start
It’s what I said, the day we met
Or did you believe the lies you were fed
By everyone else who claimed to know me better
You skipped all the vowels in the letters
I wrote to you many fortnights ago
Right after arguing about my ego
But what if I told you that for me it’s not choice
That love is how I express my voice
To release the energy inside of me
To nullify the narcissist in me
I love, for it is all I know
All that I was given in my years of growth
I love, because it both enlightens and hurts
It’s a method in which I balance my world
Yes, it’s convoluted, this thing called love
But have you ever just had so much
Of it to give, there’s more than enough
So you go ‘round seeking souls to touch
Have you ever just had too much inside you
That the chemical explosion just blew
Up in everyone’s faces – an array of colours
Brightening a world that was once the duller

Yes, I will love you with every part of me
Every version and portrayal of my reality
It’s the way it is for now, don’t you see
I’m saving you from my narcissism with polyamory?

~M. Gordan~

Original published on Wattpad

Have I Told You That I’ve Seen Your Soul?

Have I told you that I’ve seen your soul
That every crack is beautiful?

Buried deep beneath the flesh
The skin, the bones, and all the rest

Have I told you that I’ve felt your soul
That every vibration is beautiful?

Reaching out from within the walls
Protection, not wanting to fall

Have I told you that I’ve touched your soul
That every stroke is beautiful?

Fire and ice, a gentle touch
Passion rages on – a chemical flux

Have I told you that I’ve entered your soul
That every wave is beautiful?

As the ocean sprays against the shore
Pushing its way out for more

Have I told you that I’ve wanted your soul
For every word is beautiful?

A realm we inadvertently create
For we to each other, are the escape.
~M.G.~