Fate it seems
Controls the motion
As I glance your direction
You smile
I smile
My body seems to
Gravitate into your orbit
As it pulls me so irresistably
into the spin that brings me
closer to you
As your arms reach out
Our fingertips brush
My breath stops
Time stops
Looking up
into those eyes
that are the color of
the waves in the ocean
Feeling the radiance of warmth
provided by your smile,
your gaze,
your arms
your hands
Feeling
for the first time
since we parted
safe
Nothing can hurt me
as you hold me
I feel no pain
No remorse
as you soothe away
my fears
Only the most subtle
of motions
You know me so well--
as your hand moves
in circular motions on my back
You whisper
the words I need to hear
From you
They mean everything
Rejuvinating my senses
my awareness
my sense of life
Color returning
to my world of grey
The world returns to me
now in three dimensions
Reality, not so harsh
but with a tint of understanding
You complete my sanity
Knowing who I am
not through holding your hand
but through
how you help me percieve
to see
Taking the blindfold off
and stepping into the
blinding light
of clarity and sharp vivid
pictures
Picturing myself
with you
is what keeps me
grounded until
I see your
face again
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
Fate it seems
Controls the motion
As I glance your direction
You smile
I smile
My body seems to
Gravitate into your orbit
As it pulls me so irresistably
into the spin that brings me
closer to you
As your arms reach out
Our fingertips brush
My breath stops
Time stops
Looking up
into those eyes
that are the color of
the waves in the ocean
Feeling the radiance of warmth
provided by your smile,
your gaze,
your arms
your hands
Feeling
for the first time
since we parted
safe
Nothing can hurt me
as you hold me
I feel no pain
No remorse
as you soothe away
my fears
Only the most subtle
of motions
You know me so well--
as your hand moves
in circular motions on my back
You whisper
the words I need to hear
From you
They mean everything
Rejuvinating my senses
my awareness
my sense of life
Color returning
to my world of grey
The world returns to me
now in three dimensions
Reality, not so harsh
but with a tint of understanding
You complete my sanity
Knowing who I am
not through holding your hand
but through
how you help me percieve
to see
Taking the blindfold off
and stepping into the
blinding light
of clarity and sharp vivid
pictures
Picturing myself
with you
is what keeps me
grounded until
I see your
face again
Written: November 28, 2009
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