Offering
Posted: July 20th, 2009, 5:45 pm
I feel overwhelmed by this sentiment
and
I utter these words to you first
in an unabashed stream of honesty and consciousness.
I watch how they break your eyes
so that the pain that once lived there
seemed to flee
at the mere presence of my expressed emotion.
The look of curious shock
settles into the smoothness of your face,
and time seems to elapse in an elogated ellipsis of uncertainty.
You and I.
Two torn, dejected souls
who found one another in the sandstorm of life.
Yet here we are
sitting in the car in the middle of a rainstorm
too dangerous to drive in.
And here I've revealed
the very thing I promised to keep guarded.
I hear the breath of my nervousness take shape
and feel the rejection precipitate every pore of my body.
As I watch your eyes melt- I felt the warmth of them envelop me
as your lips struggle to formulate words.
What they are, I know not,
and yet I can no longer bear the seconds of silence
extracting themselves from this exposed moment.
I look away,
feeling the tears of humilation and pain
find their way through my eyes,
although I feel my entire body sob
with the uncoming realization:
I only am the one in love.
Foolish of me to have revealed,
yet I admit, it was cleansing to release
the caged sentiment that was residing in me
longer than I'd known.
Love is about giving
and never asking for anything in return.
You try speaking into my eyes
but all I can do is watch the rain splatter against the window,
too scared to face your rejection.
You take my hand,
and tell me you can't live without me.
You gently take my face, imploring me to look at you.
I turn towards you, eyes squeezed shut
in a vain attempt at holding back
the flood of emotion forcing its way out of me.
You lean in, your skin caressing mine.
I feel your lips on my forehead,
now in my hair, now against my hungry ear.
I feel you tremble, your breath shaky.
Your hands gently on my face, jittery.
A whisper tries to escape,
but dies away instantly against your lips.
You try again, and I can hear you swallow hard,
your words catching in your throat.
I can hear your heart pounding
in your breath.
Something about the way you hold me,
it makes my senses more alert,
makes my heart palpitate wildly.
Your voice so low, not even a whisper,
you release the most beautiful words
into the air,
into the warmth of my ear,
into the chambers of my soul
into the rooms of my heart.
The impact of your words
break me as mine broke you.
In this moment of untainted beauty,
there is nothing but you and I.
And I realize,
you and I are interwoven
into One.
LT
7-20-09
and
I utter these words to you first
in an unabashed stream of honesty and consciousness.
I watch how they break your eyes
so that the pain that once lived there
seemed to flee
at the mere presence of my expressed emotion.
The look of curious shock
settles into the smoothness of your face,
and time seems to elapse in an elogated ellipsis of uncertainty.
You and I.
Two torn, dejected souls
who found one another in the sandstorm of life.
Yet here we are
sitting in the car in the middle of a rainstorm
too dangerous to drive in.
And here I've revealed
the very thing I promised to keep guarded.
I hear the breath of my nervousness take shape
and feel the rejection precipitate every pore of my body.
As I watch your eyes melt- I felt the warmth of them envelop me
as your lips struggle to formulate words.
What they are, I know not,
and yet I can no longer bear the seconds of silence
extracting themselves from this exposed moment.
I look away,
feeling the tears of humilation and pain
find their way through my eyes,
although I feel my entire body sob
with the uncoming realization:
I only am the one in love.
Foolish of me to have revealed,
yet I admit, it was cleansing to release
the caged sentiment that was residing in me
longer than I'd known.
Love is about giving
and never asking for anything in return.
You try speaking into my eyes
but all I can do is watch the rain splatter against the window,
too scared to face your rejection.
You take my hand,
and tell me you can't live without me.
You gently take my face, imploring me to look at you.
I turn towards you, eyes squeezed shut
in a vain attempt at holding back
the flood of emotion forcing its way out of me.
You lean in, your skin caressing mine.
I feel your lips on my forehead,
now in my hair, now against my hungry ear.
I feel you tremble, your breath shaky.
Your hands gently on my face, jittery.
A whisper tries to escape,
but dies away instantly against your lips.
You try again, and I can hear you swallow hard,
your words catching in your throat.
I can hear your heart pounding
in your breath.
Something about the way you hold me,
it makes my senses more alert,
makes my heart palpitate wildly.
Your voice so low, not even a whisper,
you release the most beautiful words
into the air,
into the warmth of my ear,
into the chambers of my soul
into the rooms of my heart.
The impact of your words
break me as mine broke you.
In this moment of untainted beauty,
there is nothing but you and I.
And I realize,
you and I are interwoven
into One.
LT
7-20-09
