RICARDO
ANTONIO GARCIA
DESTINY'S FATE
(Perfect Lips)
To the woman with perfect lips
and the weight of the world on her
shoulders
how long before the anticipation
consumes you in its birthing
retirement?
We have jealous eyes
for our own wants and desirous
dreams
taking taxis to and fro
without ever really getting off the
tow.
To begin the journey
the engine must permit the heart to
drive you
to the final destination of your
quest.
Why do you wait so long
when the bridled truth is in your
gut?
Why do you hesitate
when you will eventually command
the vessel?
To the woman with a perfect face
whose gazes at me across time and
space
how long before my lips touch
the solemn whispers of all your
longings?
We fit have but one puzzle piece
remaining to be inserted and not
skirted, for love
will always be hidden in your mind.
The nucleus of your smile
transcends the internal workings of
your body
and I want you more than Sun
burning away forever contained
within.
Why do you spendthrift careless
tears
knowing the suffering is unbearable
at times?
Why do you hide away the Canterbury
flames
imparted by your own illusions?
To the woman who bears these
resemblances
we are soul tied and bound by these
reasonings
escaping occasionally into a clinic
that bandages our fevers and
separates woes.
To have a boundless love
how many people of this good earth
can mark
these tremendous waverings?
Scissor the towline, for the
majestic freedom
of your hearts birth is nigh.
Our body aches
to be cradled by the arms of our
destiny's fate.
RICARDO ANTONIO GARCIA
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