I see you.
I secretly long to
smell you, touch you, hold you, taste you.
I want to kiss and
comfort you,
To be all the
things that Adam is to Eve.
Yet,
You are my
forbidden fruit.
Sitting there so
red, so juicy, so ripe,
But able to cause such
pain and torment.
Yet, your mere
presence changes my mood,
Lightens my load
and warms my heart.
We talk and time
stops.
Standing face to
face,
Staring into your
eyes,
Taking peaks at
your lips
As they give birth
to each verbal thought.
As I feed off you
energy and mix mine with yours
I wonder: “What is
meant to be?”
Is it destined for
our souls to dance,
Dance to the cadence
of our hearts till the setting of the sun.
I wonder if you
have ever,
Or will ever think
of me that way.
Or is it a one
sided affair.
Now seems like all
that matters,
But as college
years swiftly pass
And I climb that
next step on my stairway to heaven.
I fear to strain
the delicate balance of warm emotions
Molded
conversation by conversation into our friendship.
And realize that I
have the rest of time to speak my heart.
Today,
I’d rather stay in
the garden
Than risk the
wrath of the forbidden fruit,
So at least for
now I’ll keep it a secret and wonder
“Do you see me?”
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