Tears of release

Your hands pushing and pulling, listening to these intricate desires and expressions so vast that our hearts can’t bear the weight and they cascade into fragments of broken I don’t knows and half spoken sensations. And as our shoulders touch we realize why we are here, sharing not yet known feelings and hopes, and as I look into that immense gaze I see myself tucked away in warm arms that are not my own. I begin again as I have, and remember these seams must be sewn. These dreams must be shown with none really yet known.

Never wanting you to leave this place that isn’t yours, more, more, until my eyes stay open all night with this sense of unsure. This unsaid urge, knocking softly insistent, as I look again I remember why I feel so convinced. So sure of everything inside of you, as we move closer you tell me I can search for him. I look up towards that glowing brim, these eyes fill until full, and I want to, I want you, but I can’t force a false hue.

So I start again, and maybe seven years will feel like a few days. And as I sit and pray, I’m reminded I left out a few words, how could I forget those few words.