captured in my moments with you

i’ve never felt so consumed

and when you press your heart against me

mine beats harder trying to let you know how i feel

 

and when the morning comes

my thoughts bloom in memory of you

i’m always wanting more…

more eye contact

more touch

to feel

more love

 

this heart is lost in an emotion

it’s something only you can bring

 

 

centered between a vulnerable and guarded space

i’m not afraid to show my face

and if you choose to join me for a day,

an afternoon,

an evening of your time…

i’ll take that risk to bleed.

 

in my space i feel warm.  delicate.

walking through this tiny forbidden space,

the vulnerable scratches the surface,

a long process of heart break.

 

i can’t tell the future.  and i don’t want to.

i’m open.

 

dim lights suffering exposure to high energy.  emotions.

spend your time under covers to wait. not a likely story for future reference.

but stay patient, as much as it’s a virtue, just wait.

notice, though, as minutes pass, these words are cheap and are leaving you in solid definition to steer clear.

notice that this waiting is leading to substantial neglect.  it’s your own time.

this is something you cannot bear.

so you should make up your mind soon. be with others or be mine.

don’t ask much, but respect of moments.

i could…

give you space. leave you be, work on my own and deny this feeling. i could..

be practical, work on assets, believe in tomorrow like it were worth ten million, or i could believe in  you, worth more than words.

 

time passes and this meaning is clear, lights brighten, and hope for movement.   your eyes my only delight.  your touch my only fracture. i leave it to be something that never was, something that never happened.  something that was imagination. something like love.