You are there
the night your blanket
as the muffled sound of slumber
creeps in from under the door.
A door you’ve looked at for years.
Breathing you’ve heard for a lifetime.
Now both are strangers
even though you cannot make them speak why.
Tag: familiarity
A thousand
There was a time when revealing any part of ourselves
to others
was something neither of us
could ever do.
We liked to play with illusions and give them out freely,
a cheap ticket to the circus act
we wanted to emit,
concealing with flare and artful tongues
the decrepit conditions
behind the scenes.
But our painted smiles have been washed off,
scrubbed away
until only our blemished, ruddy cheeks remain.
We’ve gone au naturel,
and now our smiles for each other
hold as much power as a thousand
years could bring us.
Prism Song
The warmth from the window hits me in time with the gentle touch of your fingers resting on my shoulder. In this moment, my eyes sweeping over the words of a book you gave me, hungry for the story you knew I’d love, I can glimpse the certainty of our future. It’s always these small things,
small comforts,
that get me. I’m at home in your embrace, alive in your company. And I know, with you, I can achieve all of my dreams. My ambitions don’t worry, scare or intimidate you. You see the spring of my creativity and bathe in it. You help me polish the crystals found in its waters, giving me confidence to share them with the world.
Cosy Armchair
You say my laughter is infectious, but I say
yours is too.
And when that childish excitement fills your eyes
when you’ve spotted something
from your treasure chest of interests,
my heart is filled with your delight.
And I know,
I know
you’re the one.
Alike in our passion, we express ourselves
plainly to each other,
and subtly to everyone else.
We have no embarrassment,
we simply are.
There’s no denying it,
we can’t avoid being us.
Happiness is just a crinkle of the eyes away at all times.
To you. The one in my head, always.
Who I’ve conversed with
in one way or another
since the day our platonic love,
our friendship,
our wall-breaking
started.
Now, we are a couple.
Yes.
We. Are. A. Couple.
We had no barriers before.
We have no locks now.
I literally gave you a key,
because the idea of you coming to me
and finding the door
shut
is disturbing and painful
for us both.
You once asked me
how I would feel if we didn’t talk for a day.
I answered that I tried it,
and you sent me a message
just as I broke and began composing my own.
I just don’t think we can do it.
I don’t want to do it.
Your words, your voice…
they’re oxygen.
And I’m still wearing your hoodie.
Throw me your voice
Your voice can turn my head no matter what task I’m at,
lift my nose from any book, draw my eyes to your face
even if you’re nowhere near.
It can still my heart in the most anxious of moments,
ease my breath
and restore the balance to my mind.
Whether only in my my thoughts or right here beside me,
you are the remedy
to all my doubts.
Treeshallow Musings 