How Can I Tell Her?

Well, not really a poem, but...

How can I tell her how I feel?

How can I tell her that her face is ever present in my mind's eye?  That is where I seek her and her beauty overwhelms me.  I sit and stare at her for hours and cannot look away.  I suddenly gasp and draw a deep breath and realize that I've forgotten to breathe.  I'll notice that my heart is racing and I feel the flush in my face.  And then I stare at her again.

How can I tell her that I want to breathe her in and never exhale again?  I long to know her scent and to smell her on my clothing long after she is gone.  I need to breathe in her sweet breath moments before I taste it for the first time.  Just one breath and her aroma will be so familiar that every other scent will pale against her fragrance.

How can I tell her that she consumes me?  The fire in my soul yearns to burst forth from my lips and from my fingertips to inflame her passion.  She burns so brightly for me that the mere touch of her fingers would scorch my flesh and leave me in ashes, to be scattered at the will of her breath.

How can I tell her that my lips exist only to find hers?  The anticipation of true love's first kiss haunts my dreams, the first touch of tongue waiting impatiently in fantasy.  They seek her in dream and in caprice and when they find her there, they drink deeply.  These same lips that may utter nary a sound but to speak her name.

How can I tell her that it is more than my arms that are empty without her?  The softness of her body held close, the fullness of her breast pressed to mine, the merging of spirit with the merging of flesh, the sweetness of her touch at the back of my neck, the ecstasy of my fingers through her hair, every movement forming the chimera of my existence.

How can I tell her the depth of my desire?  Our bodies entwined so tightly, I cannot tell where hers ends and mine begins.  The touch of her velvet hand as she guides me to her, beseeching warm acquiescence and finding blessed penetration of body and soul.  The gentle motion beneath me, the most caring stroke above me, the tender embrace enfolding me and the sweet release of essence as one.

How can I tell her of the swelling of lust that overcomes me?  Raw, unbridled obsession igniting passion's flame, burning to the breadth and depth of my soul.  Desperate need surpassing want, intense heat overtaking warmth, teeth leave their mark, nails blaze a path, the furious piercing of engorged flesh by enraged longing, savagely driving to fierce crescendo and violent, convulsing eruption.  And in the quiet moments after contented collapse, I will love her.

How can I find the words to make her come to me?  I have nothing to offer her but would give her everything.  She is destined to step from my fantasies.  And when she does, what will I say to her?  I know not the words, except for these…

I love you twice as much as I did yesterday.  And yesterday, I loved you so very much.

Published 2009 in Dear Fantasy Girl...
Copyright 2009 by Lyle James Parson II

Reviews

[WonderWhy]

I'm thinking you'd have no trouble telling at all. Nice job! You moved me. I keep coming back to your poem because it makes me hopeful that someday, I'll have someone who'll love (and long for!!) me this much. You make me smile every time I read it. Thanks! :)

[Dream Weaver]

Truly a blessing to any woman’s ears,
an incredible heartrending emotive poem.
Well done Sir!!

[cfix]

This is so wonderful and ever so sweet. Amazing write.
Love the creativness and the set up of this write.
Very beautiful write.

[Stef Outsiders]

WOW this is really good, i could see you writing this about her and I feel all the emotion, desire and wantonness! well done...

[Zoe Jay]

I like the unconventional structure, the long lines running into each other makes it flow very smoothly, but the even sentence / phrase length gives it a measured, even meter which has an almost ponderous quality... it puts me in mind of someone walking in a garden, admiring the flowers. It has an overall tranquility, but is both detailed and precise. It is earthy and passionate, yet the object of your love is described with a delicacy which is almost ethereal. Overall very interesting structure and style. Rich, classic use of language, this is classic romantic poetry. I like how you keep coming back to the refrain,using it to anchor the poem, but also to emphasize the build up to the climax, giving the poem the desired sense of slow build up, and release. Love the attention to detail. Very sweet, very unusual, and very well written.

[Kathryn Saunders]

awwwwwww that's so sweet! if you are actually writing in reference to a girl you like, you should just tell her, just let her know.

(i wrote that, then remembered that ur married >.< )

[Stacey]

WOW...How can you tell her...my friend you just did:) Every woman wants to hears these words, know those thoughts and feel that she means that much! I don't care what others might say, but that's what a woman wants to know and hear. The last stanza...to "love twice as much as yesterday, and yesterday you loved this much " is breath taking! Amazing write and I love the new direction of some of your work!

[OT]

nice work! strong structure, I like the questions which open each paragraph! has a steady cadence and is well written! welcome to the café!

[Gone]

This is good work. Nice layout, deep, meaninful content expressed with natural flow, Impressive.