Loving language

Do we seek this spring of chemistry or physical feelings
safety in company rushed for chemically half satisfied euphorically disappointed or that bulls buck to the bell 8 second worshiped ride
  Belt buckle pride         Sex with one to hold and grow old never soar as one soul
will the words carry the lust long enough to avoid broken homes
               It’s a manifestation of prim to prime then bud rose after rose poetry
with more than the words that stem I do as the alter that courts then settles in recliners for no more Love seats
loosing loves true arts to times pressures to find another half for mind or bodies measure
missing the feeling unspoken some are fortunate to have beyond the words I love u as confirmation the sparks more than just that
        It’s touch not just felt and heard
The exploration of sensations unique to ones independent nature
              The places that pool water or sweat settle in each motion apart or together
  Knowing each other inside and out but front to back with no doubt
only eyes to connect that chemical spirit is always still growing
           That match made perfect is glowing from heart to heart she’s always smiling loud
   In life like heavenly miraculous found not after while one waits in life’s fabric not stuck in locked clouds
    Where the water falls is the everlasting portrait sought by all
as we picture this frame and page scripted filmed then played    these ways             Bigger than life with times exchange
so on the second hand nature of exposure and beyond life’s introduction of possibilities
      We write and watch but rarely find the one that fits that scene of undefined meaning
    If I go to the club did I miss her on the dance floor or was she the silhouette on the high ground
dancing like a twin with no words screaming it’s me come and find now
         Like a dream missing the colors and full profile of a certain make up
    A glass slipper as the clock keeps striking the magic fizzles then I wake up
         Maybe one day I’ll find that perfectly pictured dream on this side of where my hands search the hold
I’ve known
but only speak silent down deep where my oats are first sewen and best friend still sleeps
   A memory with a sketch until I wake from the question
is it left in the words or the full expression
     the embrace of our times been stole then stoned
now wakes now home thru virtue then
         Truth felt before spoken Love Said
but spelt deep where true love began
       so strong this could only be once chosen
As the chimes ring the bells of more than social notice
but times ways cause my know but hold this
     Maybe this times right or meant for a later but better moment
          Natures choice I found my perfect play date but I gotta be realistic so I’ll send a letter then wait