Proximity


Proximity

I can’t describe the joy I feel when you’re this close. When we’re breathing the same air. When you talk to me, when I hear your voice… and my name on your lips. It’s beautiful. I feel beautiful when you look at me. When your eyes decide to carve a memory of me…

That day, when you asked what my name was, I couldn’t stop smiling. I swear I couldn’t.

I keep envisioning those eyes of yours… I try to let their warmth seep from my memory into my body, into my veins… until it’s embracing my heart.

I keep retracing lips that were never kissed, wondering how yours would feel against mine.

I keep running my hands across my arms, wondering how firm your grip is, wondering how easily you can lift me… wondering how safe I would feel….

This isn’t about a heart skipping a couple of beats, nor it is about the flutters I always get when I think about you…

It’s more-

More than the typical romance novel shit…
This isn’t a typical attraction.
I’m afraid this might be an addiction.
Addiction to your warmth, your strength, your lovely scent, and your sweet voice.
You make me beautiful.
Your proximity, my addiction, makes me beautiful.

A Word or Two


A Word or Two

I discovered myself through words
Secrets I couldn’t expose
Things forbidden to say
The boundaries, the bars, the cages and the walls
I brought them down

I discovered real passion
For love, for life
A passion towards others
Those who anchored your boat
Held their breath underwater
Until you were ready to set sail

I discovered magic
Something I never saw in letters
In the words they form
That can unite, destroy,
Or give some more-
Another piece of you
To the spectators

And love-
Through words
I discovered love…

Waiting for the Call


Waiting for the Call

Apparently, I’m falling

Everybody sees it
Except for you
My darling

I wish for things-

Impossible things
But-
They’re possible
You can make them true
Say my name
And you’ll find me
Waiting for you

So… will you call my name?
Or will I just wait-
And wait
As I fall
Towards the end…

The Love Before


The Love Before

Once they were many
Now they are few
After some of them left
All they left is two-

Two souls an inch apart
Circling the drain
With shredding hearts
Trying to find salvation
Trying to save the love
A rarity they once had

Had they known it would be that hard
For a soul to lose a part
And the heart to live in the dark
They would’ve gone back to the start
Before the love and the names on the tree bark
Before the hate and the glass shards

He looks at her, in regret
She looks at him, in pain
He tries to accept
What she couldn’t explain

They want it back
The love before the words
The love that started with eyes
The love that started with notes…