Where do the words go?(the ones left unspoken)

Thursday, December 7, 2006

Are they swallowed from the movement in time, ever forward, never resting, converging and separating the moments until they are so far away you can only remember them as a frequency of blue?
Early on, before our hearts knew what to do, I ran into his wake. Now, I walk slowly, to savour the pressure of my toes inside my shoes, the restraint before the final bliss of being back home.

I am in love with so much more than his body heat, but let's start there.
my love
it more resembles the tendency of sprouting seeds toward the sun
or the gentle tug of gravity that holds a chick in the depths of its nest.

Wonderingly I've been sought after, to answer their question, that simple question, "why do you love him?" In keeping my answer short, I reply shyly "He gathers me near his heart every time we dream."

If he only knew.
Lately I've woken in the night, the room barely lit, his soft whispered breath deep and sound. I lay there, tucked safely away with him, sublime, kissing the nape of his neck, sleepily scratching his back, until i fall back into my dreams.

It's a quiet revolution, falling in love with him anon. I am Eve and he is Adam. Sometimes stories have a right to be transformed.

I'm glowing, low and silent, a firefly amongst the weeds.