your dark and thoughtful eyes
a raging river rushing behind them–
reading your thoughts unconsciously
understanding the language
behind your carefully chosen words.
your tongue loosened and unguarded
only when foreign substances
you leave me breathless
with your barrage of words–
struggling to hold onto
the smallest pieces of them.
tucking them into pockets
packing them away in corners–
to be taken out and poured over
feasted upon by my insecurities–
in the darkened moments.
a hidden promise that all is
what it seems–
i am not forging forward alone.
my choices: to shrink or to expand
your sentiments parceled out to me
like bread crumbs for a bird.
i am your overwhelmingly willing captive.
i will sit in a cage of your creation
eternally– observe time passing
and marvel at the wonder of it all–
this life, this expression,
this certainty in myself–
like nothing i’ve ever dreamed
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The beauty of your writing takes my breath away.
thank you. truly.