AWKWARD ARMS
awkward arms
gentle fingertips
tentative hands
careful lips
wandering eyes
listening ears
sharing stories
hiding fears
falling slowly
keeping pace
time passing
heartbeats race
once strangers
never friends
new lovers
fearing ends
ending nears
pulling away
only friends
feelings fade
same story
rise repeat
still searching
ending incomplete
SECRET WORLD
I know the way I look at you
and see the way you look at me
there is a world that exists between us
that only we can see
it has its own atmosphere
and is not bound to the construct of time
with secrets shared and hearts laid bare
a place for only you and I
the silent looks filled with knowing
as legs under tables gently brush
each layer tenderly unfolded
without any sense of rush
and even in crowded rooms
your eyes I will always find
and in that gaze the recognition
that I am yours and you are mine
FREE
with salty hair and sandy skin
by the sea, beneath the sky
with held hands and quiet laughter
curiosity in brown eyes
with cups of coffee and opened doors
that were once sealed closed
with faces veiled by linen shirts
to sunlight their bodies exposed
with trepidation of what comes next
she leans in, her fear quickly fades
with the sense that within him
she has found somewhere safe
with his patience and gentle hands
letting go was easy
for he had reminded her
that to be truly loved
was to be free
WITH YOU
There is a stillness in the spaces between you and I. A sense of peace that resides in the knowing of where you stand and where I am. In your hands there is safety, in your palms there is me. We dwell in our own realm far away from the in-between of uncertainty. It is a sign on the road in the night, to where I am meant to be. With you, I am closer to me.
An inkling of the path I must take, you are a mirror of all that ignites my passion. Caution thrown to the wind, prudence takes the back seat. For wisdom is not found in the whim of falling into you, but in the inner intuiting that whispers the truth. Fleeting or lingering, lesson or lifetime, I no longer search for reasoning. With you, I am closer to me.
I seek not to reclaim the time lost in learning the tales of your life. We are intertwined, I cherish the days that you are only mine. Sparking sentimentality, trinkets on saved on shelves. Once useless, now a collection of my favourite memories. I see you in my dreams. I think of you and lose sleep. My adoration is yours to keep. With you, I am closer to me.
EXCITEDLY AFRAID
he said…
“it’s scary when you look at me with those wide eyes”
for the things that we feel
seem too soon on the timeline
but I have been thinking
and I have decided
that we may be afraid
but this fear could be excitement
and why is it scary
to feel something so real?
and why are we told
to hide the way we feel?
so maybe these thoughts
I should keep to myself
but I have the sense that within you
the same feelings are felt
because I think I like it
when you are in my space
and even though I am scared
I have never felt so safe
this feeling of fear
may not be of what could go wrong
but the excitement of uncharted territory
having found where we belong
at the risk of heartbreak
from which we can recover
I want to lean into this
into you, and all yet to be uncovered
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