Him

First imagining to be with someone, then actually being able to love him.

Confide to me your every thought

so I can find my way

through the labyrinth of your mind.

I'll study the way your lips part 

as they voice the philosophy

embedded in your heart,

and how they slightly hesitate

while you search for the next word.

I imagine laying with one ear 

pressed against your chest,

to synchronize my breathing 

to your beating heart. 

I imagine tracing your features 

with a steady caress

while we lie beside each other. 

From your chin, 

to your jaw, 

and along your cheek,

connecting the freckles

placed with care upon your face.

I now lay with your hand in mine,

and I lightly follow the outline of your veins

to your wrist.

Your pulse is proof 

that blood is pumping through you.

Your pulse is proof

that you now understand us too.

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

very nice... love the powerful and profound ending... your pulse is proof.

[AnnaMae]

thanks. :)

[Butch Decatoria]

your welcome, i have a piece with the same title, but quite the opposite perspective... you really are a talented poess