The first time I was reunited with your presence your eyes peirced my very being.
The stare of a familiar face comforted a shattered heart without any fear of being cut, or burned.
A stare that was immediately following a welcoming hand to happiness. That hand...
Was the hand that strangled all of my stress and left it without a life to thrive and breathe as long as she was with me.
A hand that did not have to respect the patterns of hurt imprints bruised on the emotion for which it should have built into clay.
A hand that can appreciate the water that flows from true despair , and worship its departure on the sleeve of any of its unexpecting shirts. An unforgettable touch....
That can conquer a broken wilted soul within its embrace. Wrap arms around destress and squeeze until I exhale a beautiful sigh of redemption. As if this embrace invented the words ... I love you.
Sigh of being saved form the spirits of broken hearts past, to be relieved of inner pain and turmoil and to inhale all that is right within the kiss that softens lifes burden. Kiss me.
A featherlike footprint made within my mind. As the jouney prolongs a cannot forget where this trip started. Just because our lips have temporarily parted does not mean that i will forget the embrace that has now conqured my soul and filled my mind with an knowlege that had no bearing on my heart before.
Please pull our faces close again. The magnetism of an inner longing of both of our souls pulling our bodies together as to whisper lifelong aspirations with the gental touch of your tongue on mines. I will no longer cry.
The last of my tears left when your heart pressed against mines. They fell from my face and landed on the awaiting sleeve of born again love. They desolved into the woven cotton threads without and trace or residue, as to assure me that their existence was truly temporary. You brushed your face against mines so your cheeks could motion to my brain and negotiate the surrender of my heart.
Together a holy matrimony of love and understanding wrapped around me in the blanket that is your embrace has helped me to understand what our youth call for and what every longing heart desires.....
Please dont let go.
Promise to always hold me... as if you invented "I Love You"


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