Listen as I Share: WE
October 16, 2007
You speak simple, completley understandable justifications I respect them, respect you, honor what you tell me and even though I know where you’re coming from, I just wanted to share with you, let you hear: my heart…it’s crying… for you, your words, and hands your hugs, kisses comfort… I want you… frightening, shaking, nervous to admit: “I need you” want me need me please be with me and share with me any and everything, anytime, anywhere I am here, ready, willing, WANTING to listen waiting to know about YOU your past, present, even your secrets I give you my word: there will be no judge present, just me…standing, with open arms, waiting for you to take the first steps, whether they be grand or microscopic, I will wait with tired, heavy arms for you to come to me. I understand the situation isn’t the easiest, but hopefully you will feel as I, when I tell you: “nothing that’s worth anything is easy” Are you thinking about me as I write this? Am I pacing back and forth in your thoughts like you are in mine? Do you feel the love and power in your heart the way I do? Please say yes…please……..please your eyes say yes, but I can’t read your heart; if it is in your heart that actions are born, or your kiss that speaks your desires I know the answers to my questions but still crave for you to tell me I am scared of what lies ahead, afraid of what is, can, or will be of your ability to heartache. Is it worth it? you, me, together, one? the passion spoken between our lips, hands scream yes my heart yearns for your company, your touch. mornings welcomed with bright lights glow, even though it’s pouring rain when I am with you, rain is foreign, non-existent complete your hand in mine, my hand in yours. whichever way it is to be spoken. so much more than lust…it’s shared swings, speaking eyes, held hands not wanting to let go, a lost key to a lock, introductions and visits, talking birds, spilled drinks, written words on my skin… touch me paint me I am your canvas… laughs and unexplainable want, emotion following, chills thta never go away like a consistent heart singing your name. wipe the hair form my forehead with your fingertips look into my eyes and read me… we kiss it can’t be! did you really just read me? or are we thinking the same thing? Romance tangled in a thorn brush, pleading to get out. “you’re hurting me, I’m crying, bleeding from all the thorns” run with me, play with me, sing with me, but especially swing with me. swing with me to the moon, so we can let go of the chains we hold on to that keep us from falling, the chains that are the only separation from my arms to be wrapped around your waist, the only separation that keeps me from running my fingers through your hair. chains those damn chains. messages we send back and forth in secret, they hate it, you do it anyway (one of my favorite characteristics) “I’m falling, tumbling, rocks” I am too. Kiss, feel, touch, my lips, breasts, face, any and eveything for you. discover me… I want…need…ask…beg for you to discover me. you say it’s hard to open up, share your intimacy, I want to make it easier, reassure you with open arms, ears and smiles I am HERE…talk to me. Lets share experience, emotion, familiarities, unknowns, places, kisses, breath, what’s mine is yours, take as you please, but I warn you: (I am strong, very strong) but that strength has the capability to soften for time to time I can cry, hurt… please don’t hurt me fragile is I, behind all the strength, but step not on egg shells or bite your tongue, FOR YOU I’LL BE ME, IF FOR ME YOU’LL BE YOU
