There is much in your absence, in the lack of your smell and the softness in between your fingers. There is much in the absence of the familiar feel of your neck, and my powdery crumbly cheek against it. Moonlight and Magnolias, Starlight in your hair- all the world's a dream come true. There is much in the absence of the rise and fall of your back, and feeling it through my hands. Its in the way you keep me hanging on a thread; you mock me as I watch, and even when I don't.
Its in the way you pronounce your words, and the way you end your sentences; in the way you walk and talk and laugh. There is infinite beauty in your sigh, and it reverberates for a lot longer than you intend it to, have you noticed?
Its more than prose, or poetry, or songs. Its a cosmic dance, and we're both leaders and followers. We're both only learning the steps, but you know what? Our strut is too confident to allow us to trip anyhow. Its in the stars, and in the starlight. Someday I'd like to sit and watch the stars with you, because there could be nothing more perfect than watching ourselves reflected across the night sky. More perfect. Its one of those concepts nobody can really grasp, but everyone pretends to. But we're more than a concept- I don't know what we are, but we're more than that. We're dancers, and in our swirls and twirls we lose the others and the things that don't matter. The concept is the seed- that falls off after we've been germinated, and we have.
I want to never be able to forget the smell of your hair, and the way it feels when I run my fingers through it. I want to remember the feel of your arm wrapped round my shoulder, and I want you to remember the same. I want to feel rain on my skin and yours, through many more bouts of sickness, and health. There are a lot of things I wish for- my blood won't let me stop. Perhaps its what I've been fed. More likely though, its what you taught me. In ways you could never imagine.
This is plebeian, just like love.
But then so are we, and that's why I want to dance with nobody else, because you taught me that.
Its in the way you pronounce your words, and the way you end your sentences; in the way you walk and talk and laugh. There is infinite beauty in your sigh, and it reverberates for a lot longer than you intend it to, have you noticed?
Its more than prose, or poetry, or songs. Its a cosmic dance, and we're both leaders and followers. We're both only learning the steps, but you know what? Our strut is too confident to allow us to trip anyhow. Its in the stars, and in the starlight. Someday I'd like to sit and watch the stars with you, because there could be nothing more perfect than watching ourselves reflected across the night sky. More perfect. Its one of those concepts nobody can really grasp, but everyone pretends to. But we're more than a concept- I don't know what we are, but we're more than that. We're dancers, and in our swirls and twirls we lose the others and the things that don't matter. The concept is the seed- that falls off after we've been germinated, and we have.
I want to never be able to forget the smell of your hair, and the way it feels when I run my fingers through it. I want to remember the feel of your arm wrapped round my shoulder, and I want you to remember the same. I want to feel rain on my skin and yours, through many more bouts of sickness, and health. There are a lot of things I wish for- my blood won't let me stop. Perhaps its what I've been fed. More likely though, its what you taught me. In ways you could never imagine.
This is plebeian, just like love.
But then so are we, and that's why I want to dance with nobody else, because you taught me that.
3 Comments:
beautiful imagery...really beautiful
thanks.
how come you haven't updated in a while, i'd love to see a new entry.
i take my own time in comin up with new stuff...;-)
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