Someone asked me the other day if I was in love with you.
The feeling is primal, spiritual, heavy, blood borne.
We exist so closely.
I breathe in and you breathe out.
You are one hand and I am the other.
When you stand still, to my right,
facing away from me, just after sunrise
there's a beam of light that bends
with the curve of your neck.
The simplicity of the shape, the warmth on your skin
It makes my eyes water and my knees weak.
I want run my lips down
from your cheek to your ear,
just beneath your jaw,
to where, on occasion,
when my senses are heightened,
I can clearly see the pulses through you.
My heart skips a beat trying to catch yours.
And alone, together
I catch us wandering
with our eyes,
our thoughts..
thoughts of your hands,
your mouth...
The unspoken nature of our attraction
leaves me full of fantasy.
I take pieces of interactions
and stitch them together in my mind
to form a longer cohesive moment
of something naturally fleeting and taboo.
I shouldn't allow myself to travel
to that space in my head
where I'm building memories
on things we have not said.
The tone in hellos, goodbyes and I love yous
ring loud though.
However three times today, through quiet admission,
it's been acknowledged and left to linger.
Proudly, sadly, and forlorn.