I see you wear your heart in your eyes.
He knows all the right words,
the best lines
and he's getting to me.
Gently I feel the night
sighing,
a faint wind caresses my face.
I am blushing.
The heat is rising.
I feel two tentative fingers
reaching for my hand.
Ensnared in his light,
the fog is lifting.
Good poetry and fine company are
so hard to find.
His words are lyrical,
coloring the air
changing my sight,
how I am seeing myself,
seeing him.
I am feeling more solid,
not someones passing whim.
I'm not writing out anymore directions.
I've found the one who understands
my inflections.
I require no further explanation.
I can leave my preoccupations
at the door
of him.
And if some unkind thing would chance
to come my way,
He'd seal his arms of comfort
around me at the end of the day.
I might be mistaken,
but I feel like giving in,
and being taken over by the current
that is him.
Isn't it sensual and
a bit like serenity?
I am ready. I am ready.
All you have to do is
ask the question.
I will answer yes.
Copyright October 3, 2011 All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells/ Meloo of Tilt-a-World