Him
I heard her voice, as something unexpected,
And felt, within my soul, a need to know.
I have a choice; to leave the part unacted…
Or play the role, and wonder… where I go…?
Her
I heard his voice. Reciting quiet poems,
That touch my soul, in ways he cannot know.
I had a choice, to change where I call home,
But now I’m here, home seems so long ago.
Him
I watch her. From a distance, to be careful.
We cannot touch, at least that much is clear.
I want her. The mere fact makes me fearful,
Is this too much? Can I control the fear?
Her
He watches me. I feel his eyes upon me
I feel the heat, I feel his searching gaze
Removing layers, discovering the real me;
His language, inspiring now my days….
Him
I find myself observing every movement.
Looking for truth in everything I see.
The conflict in her eyes stays for a moment
I wonder if she will discover me
Her
I must be strong, not show him my confusion
Don’t let my body give away the truth
Don’t show him how I feel with my expression
Don’t think about experience and youth
Him
I see her doubts. She looks at me imploring
She wants to stop and yet she can’t resist
She understands the danger of exploring
I realise now: a thing called ‘us’ exists…
Her
I want him. I know that he can see it
He is observing signs of my desire
I make a choice and willingly I free it
And show him: this is passion. This is fire…
Him
Suddenly I feel the balance changing;
I feel her power, see her take control.
Now I can see that we are rearranging
Our fantasies with subtly different roles.
Her
I whisper to him “take me somewhere…
A solitary place of silent peace.
A place where we can simply be together
Where you can touch me. Perhaps then a first kiss….”
*Them
Escape, together, searching for an answer,
We leave this theatre, wanting to be free…
To find our paradise where we can sense a
Consummation of the odyssey.*
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Him
I heard her voice, as something unexpected,
And felt, within my soul, a need to know.
I have a choice; to leave the part unacted…
Or play the role, and wonder… where I go…?
Her
I heard his voice. Reciting quiet poems,
That touch my soul, in ways he cannot know.
I had a choice, to change where I call home,
But now I’m here, home seems so long ago.
Him
I watch her. From a distance, to be careful.
We cannot touch, at least that much is clear.
I want her. The mere fact makes me fearful,
Is this too much? Can I control the fear?
Her
He watches me. I feel his eyes upon me
I feel the heat, I feel his searching gaze
Removing layers, discovering the real me;
His language, inspiring now my days….
Him
I find myself observing every movement.
Looking for truth in everything I see.
The conflict in her eyes stays for a moment
I wonder if she will discover me
Her
I must be strong, not show him my confusion
Don’t let my body give away the truth
Don’t show him how I feel with my expression
Don’t think about experience and youth
Him
I see her doubts. She looks at me imploring
She wants to stop and yet she can’t resist
She understands the danger of exploring
I realise now: a thing called ‘us’ exists…
Her
I want him. I know that he can see it
He is observing signs of my desire
I make a choice and willingly I free it
And show him: this is passion. This is fire…
Him
Suddenly I feel the balance changing;
I feel her power, see her take control.
Now I can see that we are rearranging
Our fantasies with subtly different roles.
Her
I whisper to him “take me somewhere…
A solitary place of silent peace.
A place where we can simply be together
Where you can touch me. Perhaps then a first kiss….”
*Them
Escape, together, searching for an answer,
We leave this theatre, wanting to be free…
To find our paradise where we can sense a
Consummation of the odyssey.*
