although he has yet to touch me
alongside my spirit, i feel his very presence
a scent i've yet to capture
yet, on the tip of my nose, i smell his effervescence
a taste i've yet to acquire
but by licking my lips, his thoughts, they've kissed
not once have i been blessed with his warm embrace
still he is so dearly missed
he caresses me
ever so gently
through beautifully versed diction
soothes my soul
captor of my attention, makes me whole
and with my reality, causes some friction
on the many nights of lonely
consumed with "if only"
window slightly ajar
so close, yet so far
his location, a mystery
yet my hearts residence, is there, with he
if only, he could hold me
if only, he could console me
if only, his fingertips
could catch the tears, as they fell to my lips
if only, he could hear my souls sighs
as my weary heart cries
i listen
intently to each and every syllable he does project
selfishly wishing he only spoke to me
so, i can guarantee, that he, only i, can protect
i whisper to all others
so only he can savor my voices tone
replaying our sessions of conversing
physically absent, soulfully present, yet and still alone
i shutter
from the absence of him as the breeze pierces my skin
how can i even begin
to express this overwhelmingly unwavering emotion coaxed out of me
by he
how do i commence speaking of someone that i don't even know
yet
my heart aches, for him, so
how is it
that here i sit
yearning for a touch
aching, ever so much
while absent is he
but whole heartedly
i truly believe
that him and i
we
are no longer separate entities
in love, eachother , we would find
oh, nevermind
i am in clear view of potential emotional wreckage and danger
for i
am in love..............with a stranger
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
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