August 12, 2009

i am a consideration,

a beacon of understanding

that some things are hard to come by

and some things

are hard to let go of.

hold me, always, to this promise.

but if i am nothing more than blank promises

if i am nothing more than the stares i give
when you ask me for something more
than i am willing to bend for
when i am telling you things are perfect
when things have gotten to the point where
even my writing it down doesn't save me
if my writing doesn't save us
hold me to that promise.

some things change easily.
like the quickening of my pulse
whenever i find myself shifting
from one foot to the other
to regain some sort of balance
and everyone knows i'm clumsy
so the shifting is a risk of falling
way too far
way too fast

love
there is only one thing i need to tell you
i have never been able to stand still
my shoes have the souls of champions
but i planted my heart
in the soil of the places where you sleep,
in the ground you walk on,
so i know that every step
will bring you closer
.there are few things i know better than myself
i know your heartbeat
i know it thumps faster when our hands touch
and our hands never stop touching
i know my pulse
never slowed down in the last few minutes
when i knew that i would be leaving
and i knew that i wanted nothing more
than to walk where you walk
and never. stop. touching.

my love is not idle
it has quick-started the rhythm in my chest to make something
more beautiful than i could ever make by myself
so, here,
play my strings. make them yours.
my body is a raging cacophonyuntil your fingers touch the strings in my bones
and play them like a symphony of hope
there are some things i can't forget
like the perfection in those first few seconds
of fumble-kissing,
the way my eyes never left that
goofy smile on your face,
that goofy look on your face,
never. letting. go.

i fall asleep to your breathing
and wake up wondering
where i am
and why you're not beside me

i'm beside myself, love.