A LITTLE HIGHER

by Mark Marcus
I am thinking of you, today, and I smile.  I smile as I remember you, my untouched, unwrapped, and forever unreachable one.

What do I remember?  The way you look, the way you sound, the ease with which you took my love to a higher ground.

I remember the waxing of your flame, the waning of your roar, and how the intensity of your gaze led my soul to a higher floor.

You made me yours at the beginning, even from the start, not with words or gestures but with the power of your convictions that inflated and enraptured my all but forgotten heart. 

Being yours was uncertain, being yours was Hell, until that moment when I realized that torment isn’t so  bad when suffered at a higher level.

Do you think of me?  For this I pray and for this I hope as even the memory of you makes me feel as though I am afloat, in a glorious chariot of fire. 

I thank you, my darling, I thank you,  my love, for sharing the sweet and secret songs of your dreams and emotions gifted by an angelic choir.

You are mine and mine alone, in the quiet still misty midnight hour, for you and you alone dared enough, cared enough to take me a little higher.