"I WONDER"

​by C. Ikpoh

I wonder...

I wonder if in a wondrous world full of complexity, she knows her body honors God's grand design. Every inch of her surface is electric, exuding a power from within that is​ otherworldly, captivating the innate explorer residing in my heart. Her land beckons to my flag as it yearns to penetrate her interstellar terrain as I exclaim that I have come not for a moment, but forever. No other footprint shall ever be so indelible as her last step on my soul before we are swept off to bask in the lunar rays above my celestial landing. The universe is ours to claim along with all eternity has to promise. I wonder if we are daring and bold enough to claim it.

I wonder...

I wonder if her heart is realized in its totality every time we speak as mine is. The anticipation of her word holds me hostage. I am a slave to her prose. Her dialect is pure addiction. Her cadence, intoxicating. The sound of her laugh infatuates me. When she speaks, she incites inspiration powerful enough to enthuse the gods. Indeed, heaven lives within her, for as she says my name, I envision the birthplace of her voice, the majestic space between ubiquitous love and carnal lust. I wonder if she will continue to call out to me so I may never be devoid of her magical song.

I wonder...

I wonder if she understands we can live outside of reality. As she holds the hands of time, she rewrites the past and paints untold futures. The laws of the universe genuflect before her divinity. Thus, it is futile for a mere mortal as myself to resist her, and I never will. Everything I am is for her to possess. My spirit only knows peace amongst the thoughts and memories of her in my mind. I yearn to bask in her glory; to no longer wonder where paradise is, but to know it truly and with certainty. Such is a power she alone can bestow upon me. I wonder if she knows paradise is her.

I wonder...

I wonder if fear or concern will ever cease to cloud what is so utterly apparent: we are destined for more together. History has provided a prologue our future is undeterred by, and the present is the ineptest author of the future. No longer should we allow it to block the happiness fate has lying in wait for us. A magnetism unique to our spirits cannot be resisted. Our polarization is meant to bond with a strength comprehended only by the mystical. Imagine a moment being unforgettable because, for a second, all we have ever dreamed of lived in us through one another. Should we only wonder about such a point in existence, or should we experience it? I wonder what her answer would be.

I wonder...

I wonder, ultimately, through all the wondrous things my mind can conjure, one thought so simplistic in its perfection: I wonder if she wonders, as well.