Laser-focused and breathing heavily you muttered my name.
In the still of the night the hunter became the prey.
Your beaming eyes and there-but-not-there smile have my mind in flips and turns.
The lingering desire I feel is not physical, it’s intimate.
I see you. I don’t think you realize I do.
And because I know me, I need to stay away from you.
Not for my protection but for yours.
I am forthcoming but you are reticent.
Mildly stating what lingers on your tongue I taste myself on you.
I like it.
Your taciturn mode will be the death of me and I love it.
I shouldn’t be here.
I walked away from you and your kind months ago.
Why am I here now? Why is this happening now?
When I searched you were nowhere to be felt.
When I searched you were nowhere to be heard.
The darkness is back with its sweet serenading tone. Lingering in its wake is my heart and what it once was.
The slick taste of the dark that entices me with the abyss that can drown it all, is only pulling me in through you.
Your enigma that is there but not there is enthralling.
I want to know you but I don’t.
If I open to you the way you want to open to me we will be in for defeat rather than triumph.
The laughter that lingers from the depth knows it’s winning and I know I am losing.
How do you know if something isn’t right for you when it’s all you know and pine for?
Am I pining out of guilt or desire?
Am I pining out of chance or willingness to see if it will work?
No words were spoken. No words were said.
I don’t want to want you so I am seeking wisdom from the depths.
Sparingly you speak and utter the words that once left me dead.
“I love you. I want you. I can’t get you out of my head.”
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