Let's make some time. Time for you and I to leap past Anything other than transcendent. A vacation other than what we see day in and day out. To lick our lips in awe. Awe of how many times we've passed each other. Never thinking the sun to shine as beautiful as it has against your eye. Our lips water in infatuation. A substitution to the emptiness we walk pass on a daily basis. Stepping outside of the ordinary. A fluid motion Laughing at random moments. The thing's kept in our heads brought to life in a smile. Status quo of moving pass sitting still. Seeing you with new eyes, Shapes & colors. An intersection of skin travelled by happy eyes. Open, full. The sensation of going somewhere new. The butterflies no longer sit at the stop sign. Checking both ways before pulling out. Moving beyond the end of the street Without the feeling that something is missing. When you get the chance, Let's make some time for you and I. With no intent on arriving, Whatever destination we set. Let's make time just to make time
the way the curves have always surpassed MY ***, which I thought was the fattest thing I had ever seen. but I was wrong. the curve of your smile had chased away almost every single bad thought of myself. almost.
2. your touch
I was uncomfortable with even the thought of human interaction. speaking is one thing but please don't... touch. you showed me that touching didn't always have to be painful. when you wrapped me into your arms and pulled me close. strangers be weary, there's still the bright red sign hanging over what he likes to call this "piece of art" and it still reads "please don't... touch." except this time, this time there's dark bold ink directly under the warning, "unless it's him. then touch all you want because your touches feel like... home."
3. your breathing
I know this one seems a little Charles Manson-esque, but let me get my point across. your breaths are the sound of the ocean tide calmly dancing up onto the sand. I just wanna dip my toes in, no matter the temperature. if it's cold, let it be so cold that my feet go numb. if its warm, let it be warm enough to boil the blood within me.
those three signs were the red flags making it painfully obvious that I wasn't comfortably alone anymore. I was home.
I didn't even notice you in the beginning. You were just another guy among the crowd. Now, you're so much more. I noticed you looking my way at times, did you notice my glances as well? We spoke few words until that night. We talked all evening by the sparkling fire. Your eyes sky blue looking into mine. Your smile, the sweetest one I've seen in a while. There were people all around us, yet it felt like we were the only ones in the world. I heard your words but I didn't comprehend all of them. I was too busy gazing into your eyes and hoping this feeling would never fade. My brain tells me 'no', because it's not the right time. But will I ever be ready? Will it ever be the right time? My heart screams out 'yes', because I've never felt this way before. I can talk to you, this is real. This isn't just a fantasy. This is something new. Uncharted territory. You're so quiet, yet powerful in your words. You are a protector with a kind heart. I love watching you do what you love, even if we have different passions. I feel like I know you so well, even if it's only been two weeks. You're something new. Do I follow my heart? Or listen to my brain?