I love you,
But,
you do not know it yet.
tremulously,
I sit by you,
greet you at a party,
push your glass of drink closer to you.
And sometimes my heart asks,
*can i be closer to you?
Can i come over?
and we, us, ourselves, make things new?*
We have been friends for so long.
I do not know,
how or when it started,
but this softening of my limbs,
this pinkening of lips,
this lowering of my dress,
comes more frequently now.
I do not remember,
when the blue green blue of your eyes became beautiful,
or your smile a magnet for my gaze
How when you indulge what I have to say my heart leaps,
dances,
chimes,
Then quietly puts itself away again.
You know me,
but I want you to know me like this.
I want you to know me in odds and ends
and under starlight or in warm sheets.
I want you to know me,
as I have started to know you.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
I love you,
But,
you do not know it yet.
tremulously,
I sit by you,
greet you at a party,
push your glass of drink closer to you.
And sometimes my heart asks,
*can i be closer to you?
Can i come over?
and we, us, ourselves, make things new?*
We have been friends for so long.
I do not know,
how or when it started,
but this softening of my limbs,
this pinkening of lips,
this lowering of my dress,
comes more frequently now.
I do not remember,
when the blue green blue of your eyes became beautiful,
or your smile a magnet for my gaze
How when you indulge what I have to say my heart leaps,
dances,
chimes,
Then quietly puts itself away again.
You know me,
but I want you to know me like this.
I want you to know me in odds and ends
and under starlight or in warm sheets.
I want you to know me,
as I have started to know you.
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