I am
A White space, a silent humming
Screaming to whisper.
Physical reality consumes my fragility
I wish I could
Take the breath
Open wide and
Breathe in. Out.
And Say.
Your smile is like a thrashing tempest
The thunder makes me weak, and shake with anticipation
Your touch is Ice
Lightning tearing through ever nerve ending
Whipping, Soaring, Thrashing, Fighting.
To take over more.
Culminating in impossible triumphant bliss for one fleeting moment.
And I know that this is an not an entirely composite actual analogy
And the words that can be said are so much more
Than the intentional ideological metaphorical conception of
Our touch.
In this illusory imaginary dichotomy
Your eyes consume me
It is a rip tide that I get lost in
I struggle. I gasp for breath.
Dragged forcefully under the waves of reality.
Floating aimlessly in an unsuspecting sea of uncertainty and doubt
Engrossed by your words I falter under the crushing wind
And I don’t know which way is home
I am entranced by the hidden vowels you utter
Each one that comes from beneath the shattered lining of the day
And I hide beneath the coursing flames each word brings
They burn deep, deeper than anything I’ve ever felt.
And I know my cover is blown because
The smoldering glow is visible through my core
My hearts bends
Everything all at once rushing into me, around me, beside me, against me, next to me, within me
There not enough prepositions in the world to contain the passionate location of the disastrous illumination that I have
So many metaphors, broken clichés, worn out
Tired, faded, pushed away
But with you each one is new
You idealize.Revolutionize.
Make me fantasize about that silent rapture that one can only imagine.
You are what is real, impossible, unbelievable, and completely unfathomable
And Yet,
The physical reality consumes my fragility
Like a broken chord which knows the perfect notes to orchestrate the perfect haiku
My words are broken when it comes to you and
I am only a White space, a silent humming
Screaming to whisper
I love you.
