Close to the Chest

When words fail to escape one’s lips for fear of unreciprocated emotion, but allowing oneself to become lost in the fire of another all the same.

I could quote lines from Dickens, Bronte, Whitman, Shakespeare and Sin
I could even quote the work of countless nobodies
Or rattle off lines from my own writhing heart
But I don’t.
I could tell you the weight of the words playing in my mind
I could bear my tattered soul to you
Or simply utter sweet nothings escaping the melted ice
But I don’t.
Instead, I linger in my silence
Gazing at the face I find to be so perfect
My fingers curling around the strands of your hair
I stare.
I just stare while my mind runs away with the author of my weaknesses
Holding back until the power to hear your thoughts arrives and tells me
It’s safe.
Holding back until I have more than your tightened embrace to signal my guard
Holding back until I see the words form that show me you won’t obliterate me
I stare.
Feeling your reciprocated gaze knowing if the gates to my being are lowered
My ruin you will surely be.

Reviews

[James Paranormal]

dam, gotta say, this is powerful. I mean, it is really soulful. Thanks for sharing your talent.